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T H E A L P H A'S C H A M B E R
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I storm into my chamber and Lynn won't stop trailing me. I was frozen for so long in the arena, and I would have still been frozen by now if Paul's beta didn't come to talk to me while I was standing at the window staring at Raphael as he fled the mansion.
I sit on my table and I grab my hair and pull at it frustratingly. I can't believe Derek is dead. He has stood by me for a while now. He had gone through several fatal accidents and more, he had fought beside me against several rival packs and he survived, even when he fought against the other betas. But today, he was killed where he was supposed to be the executioner-fighting against an inferi
