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Chapter 22
Tara’s POV “Dad?” I say, tapping on the door of his little home office. It was located in the quietest area in the townhouse, behind the garage on the first floor. “We need to talk!” “One moment,” Dad says as he types away furiously on his computer. I sit down on the only other chair in the tiny room, an uncomfortable folding chair. Several minutes go by before he finished whatever it was he was working on and shut it down for the night. “So, what can I do for you?” Dad says, finally turning towards me, with a concerned look on his face. “I went and saw Doctor Benson again today, along with Devon, to see if he’d be willing to do an abortion if I had my alphas consent.” I tell him, and I can see my dad has been keeping other secrets from me, as he suddenly doesn’t want to look me i
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