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Aaron "Former," I say, my head reeling. What in the hell are you doing here? "Her pack alpha wasn't authorized to breed her, let alone sell her." Elijah's arms cross over his chest, his hip jutting out while his stance remains rigid. "The transaction was against pack law and therefore she must be returned." I don't move. Nor do I breathe. Gabriela was never supposed to be a breeder. I remember her cowering before me when I came to collect her. How scared she'd been and the scent of her fear burning my nose when I pulled it deep into my lungs. The way her pack alpha, Storm, had conducted himself, and how woefully disorganized the entire event had been. No dowry. Nothing but the clothes on her back. Her intense struggle to understand that none of the members of my pack were out to get
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