The Dumped Poor Girl Is the Alpha's Daughter
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ting Dorian
house, claiming it w
ht-more like a disguised m
y Alpha dad and only brought
etty blunt, don't ta
r share of Beta and Alpha fr
said, patting my
uickly slapped
Aunt Sara. She gave me a cold glance, then
. tha
ded, and asked Dorian if
ushering me toward the TV before
rict, a modest three-bedroom with average déc
th a large platter-mangoes, dragon fruit, banana
ucent creature the s
his?" I stamme
unt Sara's smile was sharp,
est parts of our Pack's territory. I hesitated, eyein
your Pack's from the north. must be tough, huh? Yo
an awkward comment
, where the wolves really matter. You'd be lucky to get by in the outskirts, where your Pack probably lives.
glance a
, but his gaze told m
silence as an invi
ng it up with delicate fingers, its slimy surface wr
, Alice. You really don't
ate. My hand trembled
p, Dorian's voice cut th
some packless weakling. She's mor
sneer. "You're so protective of her, Dorian. It's pathetic." With that, she spun o
slammed
my bag, ready to leav
ntly, his expression desperate. "Ju
ging around in the kitch
handsome but haunted. He was beg
," I muttered, still furious, but w
something dark lurking behind his
r," I agreed. "But
that dinner would open the
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