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Thirty

VINCENT

Maryse had to be cooking up some mischief in her head. The seductive look in her eyes didn't faze me. But, Rylee was clearly disturbed by it. She was yet to let go of my hand and she had a slight frown on her face. If she could shoot lasers from her eyes, Maryse would have been roasted to ashes. I knew she could be possessive, but I was only seeing it clearer in this situation. I hadn't expected to see her at the Bluerose pack.

"Are you the Alpha of this pack?" I asked and she glared at me.

"What does it look like?" She demanded.

'She's not the Alpha' Rylee said to me through our mind link.

'Are you sure?'

'She's tapping her feet and she's avoiding eye contact. She's not the Alpha'

"You're only going to stare at me? Is that what you're here for?" Maryse questioned, a frown creasing her brows.

"Vincent Morgan ?"

I turned to see a red haired man with two other men flanked on either side. He looked to be in his late forties.

"That's me" I responded and he smiled, holding out
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