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Chapter 125.
Diane's POV. “What?” I was in the middle of planting some new flowers when I heard Ryan's chilling voice behind me. Jumping at his hostile tone and unexpected presence, I turned around to face him with a confused frown. “Better yet, did you even think at all?” He questioned in a tone that made me feel offended, without even knowing what he was talking about. I stood immediately, tossing the shovel and dusting off my palms on the dirt-stained apron. “Whatever it is you're going on about, I don't like the tone you're using with me,” I said outright, making it clear that I would not tolerate being spoken to in such a way. “Like you had no tone using more threatening words with my pack members?” He retorted instantly. My eyebrows furrowed at his enraged tone as I wondered what he was
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