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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Getting that Second Chance
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Yvanna watches me with a mixture of concern and anticipation, her confidence slipping off. She senses my inner struggle, the tension that coils beneath my calm facade. "Hugh," she murmurs. "What's wrong?" My expression remains strained. "Yvanna, please, put your dress back on." Her brow furrows in confusion, but she doesn’t comply, pushing the fabric of her dress away with slow, deliberate movements of her foot. As she approaches me, the distance between us seems to stretch infinitely. "I don’t wanna test the waters just through dating, we can do it by becoming more intimate," she says softly, her eyes searching mine. Without answering her question, I hurl a response in an icy tone, “I’ll call my delta and have him drive you home.” Yvanna’s eyebrows flick in surprise, her lips opening then closing without a single word slipping through them. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, even her wolf who’s reflected behind her eyes, seems to be hurt by my words. She rests her palms and
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Highvalley Pack's Village unfolds before me. The cobblestone pathways wind through meticulously manicured gardens, vibrant blooms bursting forth in a riot of color. In the heart of the village stands Hugh's parents' mansion, a testament to wealth and refinement that surpasses even the grandeur of the Ashfell Pack's leaders’ mansion. Its sleek facade rises majestically, adorned with gleaming glass panels that catch the sunlight in a dazzling display. Unlike the traditional charm of Yvanna’s parents’ ancestral home, this mansion exudes an air of modernity, its architecture are clean lines and cutting-edge design. The scenery is more breathtaking than how I imagined it to be from the novel’s description of it. But, as much as I'd like to keep appreciating the scenery, I can’t. My heart clenches as I watch Yvanna's possessive gestures towards Hugh, my jealousy, though controlled, is burning. From the moment we stepped into the penthouse's elevator, Yvanna had draped herself over Hugh.
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