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ALEXANDER.

My silver jacket was with Peter, I had given it to him one time and the bastard didn't return it. I was just going to go back and get my jacket. That was all I wanted. My jacket.

‘Yes, that jacket is quite expensive,’ Tyrant agreed with me and I rushed to my car and drove back to the pack.

Once I stepped out of my car, I felt something tug at my chest. It was a strange feeling, like an ice cube sliding through my heart. I made my way to the front porch and knocked on the door, and a kind of excitement sprawled through me. I didn't know what it was.

“Peter, I just want to get my suit. I don't care about anything else and I don't want to see Lena!”

I was just going to go in there and get my suit. He replied that he was going to go around the back and bring my suit to me. My heart flattened, and I didn't understand why that happened.

‘No, let's see his wardrobe. Pretty sure we have more clothes with him,’ Tyrant came forward.

He was right. Peter has some of my clothes