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Chapter Eighty Eight: Your Aren't A Woman

مؤلف: Crown Summers
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-15 22:30:15

(CW): This chapter contains graphic descriptions of childbirth trauma/medical horror, and threats of forced termination.

Reader discretion is advised.

RAVEN

The wood of the wardrobe bit into my back, but I barely felt it over the heat of his body crowding me.

I stared up into those blown-out, gold eyes and froze. My tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth.

"I asked you a question," the Wolf growled. His grip tightened until my shoulder bones ached. He leaned in so close his nose brushe
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