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Eighty three

~Isabella's POV

You're just starved for affection, Isabella. There's no way in hell you would actually ever want to belong to a pack like this, so full of toxicity and poison, with everyone trying to tear each other down and trample on the weaker wolves. I shuddered as I thought to myself.

My gaze inadvertently met Alpha Damien's again, his eyes cold and assessing. The weight of his gaze felt like an invisible tether, a reminder that my presence here was subject to scrutiny. I shifted uncomfortably, a subtle acknowledgment of the delicate balance I was trying to maintain.

Lilian returned to my side, her tray now laden with a selection of savory dishes. She placed them before me with a measured efficiency, her eyes briefly locking with mine in an unspoken exchange. The air crackled with an undercurrent of tension, the unsaid words lingering like a veil.

"Enjoy your meal," she murmured, the words carrying a cryptic undertone. With a final, almost imperceptible nod, she moved away, seaml
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