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The Feral Alpha's Captive - Chapter 22: War Room
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... wrists. Not potent enough to scar, but the silver would leave slow-forming blisters that would ache for days.
I bit my bottom lip and forced down the rising pain lancing through my joints. If the two Vargans escorting me noticed my discomfort, they didn’t show it. The silver-marked men in simple tunics remained stoic as we took what I counted as the fifth turn on our journey to what the Hell Hound had called the War Room.
I surveyed my surroundings as we moved through corridors t ...
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