Chapter 141 141. My father

Aria

I pace the length of the war room, waiting for the Alphas to file in with an impatience that only seems to grow as the moments pass.

Talk about tedious.

“Relax,” Ransom says, legs propped up on the table, casual as you please.

“How can I? I need them to agree to this?”

He picks at a cuticle...

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