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  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

The basement's faint illumination wavered as I made my way back to the main area. After a brief rest, I felt a renewed sense of determination, or at least that's what I told myself. The group was gathered around Daniel, who stood in the middle with their latest plan's blueprint spread out on the table.


"Okay," Daniel started, his tone calm yet authoritative. "We're elevating this operation. To succeed, we need top-notch disguises. I've ordered silicone masks, voice changers, and outfits—the works. The supplier will deliver them to a secure location."


"Where exactly?" Blake inquired, leaning in.


"Near Mannheim," Daniel responded, indicating a marked spot on the map. "Blake, you'll pick it up. You're the most skilled with routes and staying undetected."


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