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Chapter Thirty: Beta Grayson’s Mate
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Grayson’s point of view ---
My head was ablaze with a pain, unlike anything I had experienced in my 24 wolf years. Awakening to this agony, I found my sister had barged in, yanking the drapes open and leaping onto me, stirring me from a heavy slumber. The events of the night before were a blur; though it's uncommon for me—as a wolf—to succumb to inebriation, I vaguely recalled consuming several Long Island iced teas.
Esme's beauty was truly captivating. Her dark black hair was adorned with striking emerald-green highlights, adding a touch of enchantment to her appearance. Those emerald shaded eyes seemed to hold a mysterious allure, drawing me in with their hypnotic gaze.
Stephanie's friend, Esme, exuded a certain elegance and grace that made it hard to look away. Despite her physical beauty, there was something unique about her, something that made her stand out from the crowd.
But
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