Chapter 71 The Witch and the Alpha's Empty Chair

Moments later,

[Jaxon P.O.V]

The Great Refectory was a battlefield. Always had been. Social posturing disguised as breakfast, high-calorie athletes measuring each other's worth in grams of protein and inherited square footage.

I sat at the head of the Fenrir table, a mountain of paperwork and c...

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