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Chapters
Chapter 1: Once Upon A Tine
Chapter 2: Summoned By The Alpha
Chapter 3: Welcome To Blackclaw
Chapter 4: Haunted By The Past
Chapter 5: Home Sweet Home
Chapter 6: Night on the Town
Chapter 7: Choose Your Words Wisely
Chapter 8: Alpha’s Choice
Chapter 9: Wish Me Luck
Chapter 10: Enjoy My Leftovers
Chapter 11: Packlife Before All
Chapter 12: Practice Makes Perfect
Chapter 13: Checkmate
Chapter 14: Miss Me Much?
Chapter 15: The Boys are Back in Town
Chapter 16: Cat & Mouse
Chapter 17: Blazing Fire
Chapter 18: Sorry, Not Sorry
Chapter 19: Moonlight Manners
Chapter 20: Crash and Burn
Chapter 21: Broken Promises
Chapter 22: Emperor
Chapter 23: Self Control is a Pity
Chapter 24: Taken By Surprise
Chapter 25: Screwed
Chapter 26: The Show Must Go On
Chapter 27: Haunted By Her Ghost
Chapter 28: Well Kept Secret
Chapter 29: Saved By The Alphas
Chapter 30: Confession
Chapter 31: Over My Dead Body
Chapter 32: A New Angle
Chapter 33: Busted
Chapter 34: A Moment in Time
Chapter 35: You + Me
Chapter 36: Let It Go
Chapter 37: Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 38: The Little Human Who Could
Chapter 39: Alpha’s Request
Chapter 40: Everyone Loves Dessert
Chapter 41: My Daughter’s Mate
Chapter 42: Make Me Stop
Chapter 43: The Clock Is Ticking
Chapter 44: Search Party
Chapter 45: Filthy Little Girl
Chapter 46: Brave
Chapter 47: Daddy’s Little Princess
Chapter 48: Gone In The Wind
Chapter 49: Always and ForeverKelsey
Chapter 50: NSFW
Chapter 51: Make Me Yours
Chapter 52: Risky Business
Chapter 53: Not An Alpha
Chapter 54: Try Me
Chapter 55: AlliesKelsey
Chapter 56: Unlikely MatchBlake
Chapter 57: ClimaxKelsey
Chapter 58: Good GirlBlake
Chapter 59: Eggs and BaconKelsey
Chapter 60: LoyaltyBlake
Chapter 61: Barter
Chapter 62: Meeting
Chapter 63: Presentation
Chapter 64: Time Bomb
Chapter 65: Becoming The Luna
Chapter 66: Come With Me
Chapter 67: BrutalityKelsey
Chapter 68: WarBlake
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Chapter 48: Gone In The Wind
Blake
They say one can control their destiny but not their fate.
The pitiful irony behind that statement.
I stare at the empty beer bottle in front of me. Judging by the bottles scattered on the floor, I’m at least half a case deep. Still though, I feel nothing.
I’m void of emotion. Maybe ...