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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED THREE: UNDERSTANDING VICTOR'S HEAT: A DIFFERENT KIND OF MATING CALL
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Stephanies Perspective:
Brock embraced me before addressing the crowd once again through the microphone. "This evening has indeed been a whirlwind, echoing Alpha Stephanie's earlier words. However, I'd like to draw your attention to the presence of a Vampire among us—a rare ally. I expect everyone to accord him the same respect you'd show your own kin, or you'll answer to me. He joins us as part of a rebellion aiming to overthrow Yadiel, alongside many Vampires who've been wronged by their council's leader. Rest assured; he poses no hazard to our kind; our werewolf blood is toxic to him. Let's welcome our newest ally and extend him the courtesy we reserve for our friends."
Brock’s perspective:
The crowd falls silent, a testament to the pack's disdain for Vampires. Yet his alliance offers us an invaluable advantage. "Victor, please come forward and introduce yourself."
Victor's hesitation was blatant as he rose, straightened his slacks with a s
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