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Feeling betrayed
Rogue Alpha Ryan POV I threw my glass of whiskey against the wall and it shattered into pieces. I was so angry I could see red. Two of my warriors stood in front of me, shaking in fear. “What do you mean they are all dead?” I asked, my voice seething with anger. “They all had fatal stab wounds, Alpha.” One of the warriors said in a shaky voice. “What about Isabella?” I asked. “There were no signs of her.” The other warrior answered with the same shaky voice. “So you're telling me, I lost eight men and I still don’t have Isabella?” I asked, already knowing the answer but couldn’t wrap my head around how this was even possible. “Yes, Alpha.” They replied in unison. “Leave!” I yelled, and they practically ran from my office, shutting the door behind them. How the f**k is this pos
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