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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LEAVING!!" Caleb

roared, springing up with an agility surprising for someone in his condition. His injuries were still far from healing.

"You were going to leave Brighton. It was clear as day that you were not staying. So WTF happened!" He roared.

"Omega!" Mendez bellowed, "shut the fuck up. The next time you disrupt our next Alpha or anyone of higher rank, your throat will be ripped out."

Murmurs of consent resounded amongst pack members.

"Now sit." Douglas hissed, unsure if he sounded as menacing as he intended to. He was still mind blown by Andrew's revelation. His wolf had never been so giddy.

Caleb snarled, refusing to sit. He stared daggers at Andrew, who was smirking at him, calculating the distance between them and wondering if he would successfully rip out his throat if he lunged at him now.

Douglas growled gripping the table, he was about to…

"Sit down." A dominance-laced voice echoed around the room.

Caleb's eyes glazed over as he was hit, no slam
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