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opening door, the scent of Silas - pine resin and costly tobacco - drifted in. I drew my
match, then the pungent aroma of a lit cigar. "I am bound for the
led my mouth. A Rogue carried the Alpha's he
spoke, his voice
s it, d
incts are keen. I fear she perceive
"Serena is a low-born Omega. She is too
She has begun to demand more... affectio
ling wi
s voice sinking to a whisper. "When she wears
re a laboratory specimen. You do not poss
am. But when sh
knees striking the floor. "You are an instrument. You will not malfunction. You will not touch her beyond
nderstoo
boots receding. The great manor d
one remained out
regained his feet. He pushed
ser, I caught something in his scent - a faint, sterile undertone, like the cold a
eal monster had just walked out the doo
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