Alpha's Regret: When I Want a Divorce

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forced to leave behind three years ago when his family's d

dress sliding off one shoulder, her fla

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time I met

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parents had forced him to marry his 100% comp

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on the other end was smooth,

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see them together. She wanted me to know that

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ell in my body wanted to cra

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that gilded cage

come hom

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but I refused to

s glowing, leaning into Silas's neck, her sce

as under a trench coat. I look

, pulling back with a perfo

too many drinks. I was just helping him stay upri

perfume was clo

her, Celine," a voice sneered

a human fluke like her. If it weren't for that con

lounge, sharp and jagged as t

is eyes closed, seemingly oblivious t

only comes when you truly have nothing left to lose

through the laughter like a blade. "He might ha

na of this pack. I am still the woman who sits

e, letting it linger on h

has he forgotten who actually saved his life while his sweetheart

usic seemed to fade into the backgr

, warm arm. His skin was burning, the

his ear, my voice trembling wi

rself home so you can sign those pape