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Alpha Flynn's POV
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My stomach rumbled with hunger, a sharp, biting pain that wouldn't shut the f**k up. I stared down at the plate of cold rice and mystery meat, the culinary masterpiece served up by the fine establishment that was Knightstorm Pack jail.
The rice was cold, a solid clump of reheated garbage. The meat? Who knew? Probably something they scraped off the bottom of Dominic's riding boots.
Even with my stomach howling like a goddamn wolf, I couldn't bring myself to touch the food. I almost gagged just looking at it. I shoved the plate to the far corner of the cell, as far away as possible from the smell that flooded the room—a terrific cocktail of sweat, urine, and bad breath.
I sat back down on the floor, my gaze fixed on the
