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CHAPTER 43

Author: Sunkissed
last update publish date: 2026-05-17 00:00:00

KAEL’S POV

The bond muffled.

That was the first thing — not severed, not silent, but wrong in the specific way of interference, the connection to Aria suddenly running through something that dampened it. I felt her on the other side of it, present but compressed, the signal arriving like sound through stone.

I gave it thirty seconds.

The thirty seconds a tactically sound Alpha gave a situation before overriding the plan because the plan had encountered reality.

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Turtle
When is Vivian going to die? There are been so many chances and this is getting redundant
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laynz1977
No.... not another build up hehehe.. more chapters more hehehe ♡♡♡
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