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... s she approached. "Don’t you know you’re polluting the air?"
She wore the shortest skirt I’d ever seen—her butt cheeks almost hanging out. The crop top clung to her chest so tightly it looked painful. An omega trailed behind her, carrying a plate of snacks.
"Who is she?" I whispered to Annabel.
"She’s Olivia, daughter of the pack trainer. She thinks she’s going to be the Alpha’s mate."
Oh God, who in their right mind would want to be mated to that blood-sucking ps ...
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