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Chapter 19

Author: Eniee
last update Last Updated: 2023-08-07 03:27:51

The warm water ran down my body as I showered. I struggled with removing the blood of Alpha David from my body it had stained me-forever. Once clean, I stepped out, dried myself and wore something comfortable. My whole world was whirling since the moment I was caught by the Iron Martin, I wasn't able to think about anything except for survival. I was grateful that Martin had let me live after what I did in bluebleak but a part of me broke when he told me that he didn't want me.

Maybe I was expecting something else.

Maybe I wanted him to desire me.

I rubbed the towel through my wet locks and dropped it aside. The packhouse was quite silent as if all the wolves were gone. It was almost four when someone knocked on my door. I was respected here by everyone except for Martin and John. My stomach churned at the thought of John--at least his paws were off me.

"Come in," I said, getting up from the bed.

James walked inside the dark room, his eyes wandered around and then landed on me. "I w
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