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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: BONDED!
If Dastan’s expression wasn’t so gruesome, Maera would have burst out laughing right in his face. There was no way she would believe those words, not even coming from him. For the past weeks she’d been in the Blood Rose pack, she had all the proof she needed about the kind of Alpha Dastan was. A fair and admirable leader. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she rebuked comically. He blinked at her like he could hardly believe his own ears. “You would never hurt anyone,” she spoke with clarity, her voice with enough confidence. “What?!!” he exclaimed flabbergasted. His death grip on her hand slackened, and he dropped it to his side. Maera immediately missed his warmth. She shook her head in muted stupefaction. “Alright, why don’t you start from the beginning? Who is Elizabeth Roberts? Was she your
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