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CHAPTER 90
LEO’S POV. I stepped into my father’s office, greeted by the scent of polished wood and the soft glow of warm light filtering through the windows. The large desk dominated the space, and shelves filled with leather bound books He lifted his face from the paperwork spread across his desk. “Good day, Papa,” I greeted, bowing respectfully before him. “How are you, my son?” he inquired, peering at me over his glasses as he studied my expression. “I’m fine, Papa,” I replied, taking a seat opposite his desk. “What brings you here? Have you concluded the task I assigned you?” my father interrogated, his voice tinged with impatience. Earlier today, he had dispatched me to attend a secret meeting with the Alpha of a weaker werewolf pack, pleading for our assistance. Their pack was under con
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