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CHAPTER 48: Truth or Lie

Author: Madel McDonough
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

ETHAN’S POV:

As I silently traverse the well-lit hallway, I never anticipate the scene that will greet me at the end of my journey. The heavy oak door to Alpha Trayton’s study room is ajar, a dim light, a commotion of voices and familiar scents are spilling out into the corridor. A strange sensation, a flicker of curiosity, tugs at the edges of my stoic facade. With my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet, I approach the open doorway and peer inside. The sight that meets my gaze is a scene of incongruity. Alpha Braxton is garbed in a disheveled state, his normally immaculate appearance marred by the disarray of his expression. In his arms lay Eloise, her once-regal countenance now frail. Her dress wrinkled, and her usually soft-looking hair cascaded in a disheveled mess.

“Eloise,” I murmur.

The concern in my chest travels to my face as my gaze lingers on her. My heart, always dormant, stirs with a semblance of emotion—a flicker of pain. Then I move my gaze to Alpha Braxton, whose
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