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First Glance Of The Taksh Pack
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Lizzy's Head: I am in my nemesis’s den. That stinking asshole! The moment I saw his eyebrow pierced uglier than a Jinn’s butt face, I wanted to kick him in the shine until his balls become a fucking momos chutney. His velvety smooth voice… My small voice in my head reminds me. I want to scream. ‘Listen up, you whore. He is not some rich lad striving to become an idol. He is a fucking Alpha and not some Alpha, he is responsible for your despair and ruins. You must forget about that stupid ride. It was an illusion. It cannot be real. FORGET IT!’ I try to inculcate a new reality in my system. It is harder than impossible. I don’t remember thinking about my ex-dead meat husband as much as I am thinking about the millisecond connection with the Alpha. Why am I still clinging to the reverie beyond me? ‘Damn it! Where the fuck is Lily? How did she end up on Kavish’s radar when I specifically told her to be careful? If I were all but a couple of minutes late she would have puked out t
Chaitali: The Saga begins Suffering Survival
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