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Chapter 0122

Noah

Noah’s gaze followed Hannah as she brushed past him, her hips swaying in that infuriatingly alluring way that always made his mouth go dry. The scent of her shampoo—light and floral—wafted towards him, stirring his wolf’s interest despite his best efforts to quell it.

A muscle ticked in his jaw
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