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52. Cell

Storm’s pov

Somehow, it made sense. All this fucking time, the daughter of the Iron Alpha had been in our pack, in my bed. Was this why she killed my mother? Was evil just in her fucking blood?

I stared at her father, who seemed way too fucking calm. I had seen him fight, and he was fucking brutal, and suddenly he stopped fighting, merely defending himself, and it was making me so fucking pissed. Did he think I wasn’t worth the fucking fight?!

Then he knocked me out, and I woke up stitched up, dressed in some sweatpants and a shirt, pumped full of wolfsbane, and fucking pissed. I was in a cell that looked more like a tiny room. It had a bed, a small table, and even a TV. There was also a shower with a toilet that was separated from the rest by a short wall, so you got some privacy, but they could still see where you were. What the fuck was this type of dungeon? It was nothing like the one beneath my packhouse.

Alpha Asher sat down in front of me, and I wanted to knock that arrogant smi
Naomi D.

How much do you love me? A little bit of Cy and Os. Hope you love reading this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

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Laura Phillips Garrett
This story is the absolute best! Love where this seems to be going. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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Deej
Naomi you are the best ever! The dynamic duo returns for a cameo. I love it so much!
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Kaleena Stillwell
OMG this was amazing! Nothing like spending time with Cy and Os.
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