31. My Gifted Perfection.

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~ RAELIN ~ Fuck Fuck Fuck… The stairs creak a bit under my weight as I climb them up quickly, heading for Layla's room in this wing section of the packhouse. Each hurried step I take seems to be amplifying the ragged thumping inside my chest and the ringing in my ears. I want to ignore these symptoms and feelings of tension, but my body can't. The thought of Layla being dragged into this tribunal still fills me with so much annoyance, but there is no way in f*****g hell I am letting Markin win this. I am the Alpha. I will be there. Layla will be there. And I am not going to let that tribunal end the way Markin thinks it will. On finally reaching Layla's room, I pause in front of the door for a moment, bracing myself. My hesitation claws at me, and I think of everything that could

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