I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
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idn't just hurt;
A sickening crunch echoed through the cabin as the stocky Rogue's boot connected with my ribs. Air fled my lungs, replaced by a vacuum of pure, white-hot agony. I curled inward, instinctively shielding my stomach, but the gaunt Rogue-the one bleeding from the neck-wasn't finished.