CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

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I quickly shoved the last of the toast—and everything on my plate— into my mouth and stood up, munching and swallowing without actually tasting them. The good part of it was that I'm all stuffed now. I'm glad at least I've eaten a nice breakfast. Even though, Alpha Damon didn’t even care to give me any breathing space or, let alone allow me to have the luxury of time, to enjoy this sumptuous breakfast. “— Report to the pack house immediately,— ” he's text had said. I wonder how he feels typing this kind of text. Doesn't he ever feel bad or maybe remorseful about everything he's done? Just how ruthless can he be? Who was I kidding anyway? I've heard rumors that some pack members call him ‘Ruthless’ behind his back. Guess he's living up to the name. I personally think the rumors were

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