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... idewalk, watching the car disappear into the distance before finally turning around. His head was still a mess.

Was it all true?

He couldn’t believe it. That was how pheromones had to be released? He knew that extreme alphas secreted far more pheromones than normal alphas. But he’d never imagined that the most efficient way to release them... was sex.

It’s because he didn’t release his pheromones on time.

The secretary’s words kept ringing in his ears. If what she ...

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