Chapter 59 Waiting for the news

Alpha Thorne’s POV

The stone corridor felt narrow, too tight for my chest. I stared at the dark oak of Deacon’s bedroom door, the heavy latch clicking into place. My jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it.

"I said move, Thorne," Calus muttered, his hand still tight on the sleeve of my leather ja...

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