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Chapter 11
*Ella POV* "Maybe, but maybe not" I look at the stunning specimen across from me. I sniff the air. "Pure alpha blood" He looks at me wide eyed and then shakes his head. "No I am a Beta" My fingers tap the table in an odd rhythm but I don't say another word, that is his personal issue, but my nose never lies the scent of alpha is so strong in him, strong than I have ever smelled in anyone before, but if he doesn't believe me, there is nothing I can do about it. "Well then Beta Theo, what do you plan to do with me know you have worked out my identity? Chain me up and force me to fight for you?" He chuckles, his laugh so so low and deep, I never knew a laugh could sound so good. "Wow I didn't know I had such a slave trade vibe, it's good to know" "So what do you
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