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As Lireal stepped through the front door of the house, she threw her bag across the room, wincing as it connected with the wall. She let out a shuddering breath, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She couldn't believe that her own cousin had accused her of cheating. It felt like she was living in a nightmare, a twisted version of the life she once knew. With a sigh, she collapsed on the couch, her mind spinning with the events of the day. She kicked off her shoes and sank into the cushions, feeling the familiar comfort of the familiar surroundings. Just as she was about to make her way upstairs to the room, her phone buzzed with a notification. Frowning, she picked it up and saw that it was an email. The Alpha of the silvermoon pack... Asher's father. Her heart skipped a beat as she read

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