CHAPTER 49: Whiskey, Wolves and Warnings

Morgan’s POV

I stood by the window in my room like a stupid coward, hidden behind the curtain, watching Alora say goodbye to my beta and my brother.

Ragnar was on the verge of clawing his way out as my nails had turned into claws.

I stood there and watched as Jones hugged her. Harry whispered...

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