294-The Cursed Trial

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Genevieve: “Just because of one mistake?” I asked him, and he nodded nonchalantly. “Then don’t worry, I know I’m not making a mistake,” I replied, his eyes flashing with anger. “You know, people who are too cocky always end up in bigger messes,” his sarcastic laugh bothered me. “Besides, what rank are you aiming for?” he continued, and I straightened my back. “I’m not aiming for the rank of Alpha. I want to be a real Gamma of the pack, the one who leads the warrior troops.” As soon as I said that, my father burst into laughter. Monique gave me an apologetic look, but I reassured her with a hand gesture that nothing my father could say would break my confidence. “Well, best of luck then,” he said, getting up after finishing his meal. As he left the room, I was left behind with Moniqu

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