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His-fury
Days passed and still Aurela could not be found. Alpha Aiden sent the werewolf soldiers almost every day outside the pack, into the streets, and everywhere just to keep searching for Aurela. “She’s pregnant with my child…” Alpha Aiden was seen sitting on his throne as he drank himself into a stupor. “Do not be stupid! Pour me more drink! Fools!” Alpha Aiden thrashed the glass of alcohol he was holding, casting it onto the floor, and allowing it to break into pieces as it pierced some of the maids attending to him. It got to a point, where most of the maids whenever they were assigned to Alpha Aiden, had to pretend they were sick the next day so the chiefmaid would not pick them. “Even if you are sick, you’d still serve the king!” The chiefmaid shouted in the kitchen as every one of
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