The Dumped Poor Girl Is the Alpha's Daughter

ting Dorian

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y Alpha dad and only brought

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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