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CHAPTER NINETEEN
ISABEL'S POV. It was yet another morning of work, this time around in the vegetable garden, and the air was thick with the smell of earth and fresh greens. I was bent over, plucking ripe tomatoes from their vines, while Lila and a few other omegas worked across from me, talking in hushed voices. The sounds of laughter and lighthearted conversation filled the garden from a group of female pack members that stood a short distance away. They were gathered near the lettuce patch, discussing the upcoming annual ball. The annual end-of-year gala for werewolves was just a couple of days away, and the pack was going crazy preparing for it, especially the females. I could catch some of their conversation. They spoke about the grand hall’s decorations, the dazzling gowns, and, most importantly, t
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