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"Wish I did! Father doesn't even care anymore. As long as he's out there not causing harm to the Pack, he can be gone for as long as he wants," Mora slurred. Kalaril threw more questions but unfortunately got nothing else. Mora and her father didn't care much for Cleon, which kept them oblivious to his hidden agenda - if he had any. If he was even the very one they suspected. When he had nothing else to ask, he let Mora have what she'd come for. He let her take pleasure from his body. ****†****† Sheera stood in the center of the room, the moonlight filtering through the high windows as she awaited Keegan's instructions. It was late at night. And despite her treacherous body longing for him, she desired rest. Yet, she has no choice when he sent for her. A shiver danced down her spi