As Camden massaged conditioner through her hair, the steam-filled bathroom became a space for a serious conversation. She looked at Clayton through the mist, her voice filled with curiosity. "What did Alpha Thomas want?" she asked, her fingers gently working through her locks. "He wanted to know where I've been. What I've been up to," Clayton replied, his expression thoughtful. "He asked about you too. He wanted to know where you come from and all that." Camden's interest piqued, and she leaned closer, waiting for his response. "And?" she pressed. "What did you tell him?" Clayton paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "I told him the truth. We've got nothing to hide," he stated confidently. "He knows about your father. Apparently, he's been looking for you."
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