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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Oh Fut
Ellis Cecelia had been somewhat subdued since our visit to her home pack, and I was glad for the reprieve from her disdainful glances and disapproving glares. I had been quite distracted by the fact that I was nearly certain that I had smelled my mate at the Two Pillars pack. Not only that, but Cecelia had come to the table for lunch practically reeking of spring sunshine. Cecelia had a sister. A much younger sister, I recalled. Which was better. Now that I had experienced Cecelia, I found older women distasteful. It seemed almost poetic that Cecelia’s sister would turn out to be my mate. I couldn’t wait to see Cecelia’s face when she found out. Not that I wanted to be tied down to a fated mate, but it might be fun to play with her. After I got rid of Cecelia. Of course, Alpha Fordg
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