Chapter 22 CHAPTER 22

Levi POV

“Well, well, well. Would you look at that?” I mutter.

“At what, Your Majesty?” Aamon drawls, his nose buried in the ancient book he’s always carrying. He knows exactly how much I hate that title.

I ignore him and keep my focus on the female walking away.

The wolf my father is hunting just s...

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