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Chloe

— Max, you don't have to do this. I'm perfectly capable of cutting my own apples. — he said to the beta, who was clumsily cutting the poor, innocent piece of fruit.

— You are the patient and you are sick. I can handle it. — he said, continuing to butcher the apple.

We heard a knock on the door. Max let out a frustrated sigh.

Rhea lifted her head into my subconscious, one ear cocked in the air. She sniffed, then jumped up excitedly.

— Cronus! Cronnos is here! — she jumped with excitement.

Max handed the apple slices to me and headed for the door. When he opened it, Aaron was on the other side.

— What do you want, alpha? — Max growled at him. I was surprised by the hostility in his voice.

— Can I have a word with Chloe? — he said to Max in a calm but authoritative voice.

— Whatever you have to say to her, you can talk to me here, because I'm not moving