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Chapter 2: Terms of Surrender
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... ce the world stopped calling her "Alpha’s daughter" and started calling her a curse.
And he was there again.
Her father sat hunched on the bench across from Camille’s grave, a half-empty bottle of bourbon cradled between his calloused fingers. The wind tugged at his tattered coat, but he didn’t seem to notice. His head lolled back against the splintered bench, grey eyes glazed, barely conscious. He looked like a relic worn down by guilt, drink, and the weight of too many years. < ...
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