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CHAPTER 14: THE CONFRONTATION

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-07 02:36:46
The stone walls of the Alpha’s private study felt like they were closing in. Hours after sprinting to the black cells and forcing the silver elixir down a dying Devon's throat, the frantic adrenaline had finally cleared, leaving only a cold silence. Elena stood by the grand mahogany desk, her eyes fixed on the yellowed parchment letters spread across the wood.

The heavy gown she wore felt like a lead weight, and the crescent mark on her shoulder throbbed with an agonizing heat that pulsed in p
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