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WHERE'S MY HUSBAND?
~EGON’S POV~ As we get closer to the platform, Riley’s anxieties get even a more stern grip on the man, making him shiver like a chicken, which exhorts a chortle out of me, attracting the attention of all the guards, whose contentious gazes are not particularly amiable, as one would expect, which should get me in trouble with them, but it doesn’t. “Wasn’t I supposed to be taken to my wife? Why did you lead me to the execution ground instead?” I ask, unimpressed by their incapability to keep their word. “Are we trying to pull a trick on the seemingly gullible Alpha?” Among the seemingly debilitated guards, the senior one dares to answer me, “We have been doing what was asked of us. We are not acting by our own design.” “Who dispensed these instructions?” I ask, hoping that they wouldn
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