Chapter 95: Standing Up for My Alpha

Lyra's POV

"It was — it was me."

Arabella's voice came from somewhere in the crowd, thin and unsteady. She stood with her fingers knotted into the fabric of her skirt, her face drained of color, as though the words had cost her everything she had left.

"Those photos. I'm the one who took them." S...

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