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CHAPTER 82
CHARLES FOX. The guard unlocked the door and stepped aside. Bruno was sitting on the small cot, his hands shackled to the wall. His eyes were dark, filled with resentment, but the moment he saw me, his lips curled into a twisted smile. “Hmm, I knew you’d come,” Bruno drawled, his voice oozing with bitterness. “But I didn’t expect it to be so soon. Tell me, Charles, or should I say Alpha… what took you so long?” I narrowed my eyes, stepping closer but maintaining my distance. “You know why I’m here, Bruno.” Bruno’s smile widened, but there was no humor, only cold amusement. “Oh, do I? So you finally figured it out, huh?” “Enough games,” I snapped. “I need answers.” Bruno leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. “And you think I’m just going to hand them over? No, no… I’m going to en
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