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Chapter 139

Alisha

I pursed my lips and looked over myself again, feeling my face warm up at the sound of my adoptive father’s disapproval. By the goddess, what was wrong with how I looked?

I was used to dressing up in a more militaristic way, with no desire for fashion and every need for practical approaches. I had no dresses of my own, and barely had a colour that was girly in any way.

Muttering under my breath I went back to my room and reached to open the closet, which I avoided y mess it was to keep some of my children’s items.

Simon’s late mate had some clothes still left behind that he hadn’t gotten rid of. I suspected part of the reason he hadn’t gotten rid of them was because of me.

Perusing quickly through the blouses folded in the corner I selected one out and made to change into it with a sigh.

Peer pressure, and the things I did for the people I loved.

I was glad that I got an approving glance from my adoptive father this time and I left the pack clinic through the back entrance and
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