Chapter 93

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Lacey We made our way out of the palace into the back, in front of the gardens where all gatherings are held. Harold was screaming the same nonsense as the guards held him in place. Sydney walked up beside me, holding a small travel mug that smelled of lemon, honey, and something I didn’t recognize. “I brought your pain management. What did you need it for? Are you injured? How?” I shook my head, pointing towards Hannah as she walked out of the palace doors. Nerves had clearly taken over her, as her eyes darted towards Harold, fear building inside of them. “Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I should just go home, suck it up, and live the rest of my life. I am causing problems for myself, my son, my alpha, and my whole pack at this point. It’s selfish. I can handle his ways; I have for th

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