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Chapter-7
Asher “Dad…what?” I snarled, appalled at the audacity of that man. “Yeah,” both Logan and Noah nodded. “Who does he think he is? Do I look like a kid? Am the damn Alpha of the pack!” I shouted, my blood boiling with fury. "Exactly, Asher. That's precisely the point. You can't keep fooling around," Logan's voice was firm. "You're way past the age of just messing about. It's time to find a mate and settle down with a family. And no matter how many kids Noah and I have, you still need to produce an heir. It's your duty." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "If Dad arranges a mating ball, think about the kind of girls you'll find there. Rich, entitled daughters of alphas who'd do anything to be your Luna. Not because they want you, but because of your money and the pow
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