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Chapter 31 : Can't distinguish between an apple and a mango?
Asael was probably out at the training ground or working out again. Stella felt like making him something special for breakfast since it was obvious that sleeping next to him brought her peace of mind which ultimately led to bo more nightmares. It also meant not being able to see her father each night but that was...okay. People have to move on eventually. Stella didn't want to be stuck into an infinite look of her father's bloody smile. The kitchen in the mansion was as large as the entire living room in Carsons house. It was even bigger than the living room, if Stella had to say. The cook was a woman in her late thirties who organised each meal for the family. She was carefully selected by Asael himself when he took over the pack as Alpha. Stella knew all this after talking t
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