Chapter 55 Fifty five

I watched them scramble like rats in a trap.

Samantha clung to Darius’s arm, her nails digging into his sleeve as if he could still protect her. “What are we going to do, Darius?” she whispered, voice cracking on his name. The Alpha—useless, trembling Alpha—didn’t answer. He just stared at the yello...

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