The Pregnant Omega's Secret Pack Empire

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ook a step forward. The floorboards groaned under his weight. A sicke

voice was low and gritty, grating against my nerve

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nant. My mate, Jace, an elite warrior of the pack, had bee

my room. The fierce struggle caused me to go into premature labor,

til she was four, only for my stepsister to sell he

pup, Jace secretly deployed the pack's elite tra

t risk, the furious Alpha stripped him of his warr

he Moon Goddess had given me a second chance. I was going to rewrite

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outside. Wayne's head snapped toward the wi

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ordered, his Alpha-comma

, dragging him away from the window and sl

hock and morbid curiosity. Their whispers rustled like dead leaves. Their eyes darted from Way

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