Playboy Alpha and His Contract Mate
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Jason's eyes were flickering in thoughts. He seemed to know something about me with the type of questions he asked me. How could he think I had no wolf? I had kept this to myself for a long period, and not my bullies had even made it known to my classmates. All they did was bully me and make me suffer for what offense I did not commit.
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