Alpha's Wrong Bride: Seraphine

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w. It should be peaceful. The way everything looks when you'

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s to run wild. Over the wolf that wants t

wolves - wolves who can't command, wolves who thi

nes. The pack. The empire. The Volmore name is

g, and it's s

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gging my nails into th

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that other world. The one I've buried deep. The

re's a small silver vial. A reminder of what happens whe

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