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Rhys Nothing was more satisfactory than seeing Marcus looking beat up. “That's what you get for stirring commotion,” I said smugly. My uncle who was healing slowly chuckled and adjusted on his chair. “Why are you here, Alpha? Shouldn't you be back at your pack enjoying your wedding bliss? You're defeating the purpose of my mission.” He said with his tired voice. “What mission? The one I sent you on or the one you created for yourself?” I snapped. “I was supposed to be a decoy.” He shrugged. “Yet you couldn't keep yourself from poking your head where it didn't belong. Who asked to pretend to be a representative of me and spew nonsense to the Alpha in the North.” He looked away. “That didn't go quite as I'd planned.” “What exactly had you planned, Marcus? Why'd you keep meddling w
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