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Chapter 121
CHAPTER 121 DECLAN’S POV The only place to get an audience with me was at the pack office. I spent most of my days there and some nights. Ariah’s return had proved to be a burden to me and the servants at the pack house. My absence away from the pack house had given her so much discretion that she resulted into cruel, unthinkable acts whenever she felt offended by a servant. At first, I had just brushed the reports aside, saying that she could handle herself and if she couldn’t, then Claus was up to the task. But this fateful night, it was Claus that knocked on the door of my office and strolled in with a worried expression on his face. I squinted at him curiously and gestured at the opened bottle of vodka on my desk, and an empty, used glass. He shook his head gloomily and his stern ey
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