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The Dominan Alpha
One week later, Bashiri's state returned to health. His injuries have indeed healed, leaving long scars on his neck and handsome face. However, the memory of the purple-eyed wolf seemed to be a nightmare for him. Every day, Bashiri still remembers how cruelly Alpha Addy tore Rogue's neck to death. Confidently, Bashiri set off for Benson's company to meet Serry's father. He scrambled to his hard-earned spit as the golden eyes of the dominant Alpha in front of him stared at him fiercely. “What do you need to come here?” The dominant Alpha stood up and then walked up to the restless-faced Bashiri. “I-I… want to talk about your future son-in-law, who is the dominant Alpha,” he said in a nervous tone. For whatever sake, the dominant Alpha aura was different and made the wolf in his body frig
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