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the story cover is me after the fbi (rational, not insane people) lock me away for my crimes (this story). - - - "Dizzy! Shit, hurry! Ghost and Soap are--" I jump to my feet, scrambling to grab my medkit as I search Gaz's expression. The alarm in his eyes has me wondering if their wounds are deadly enough to be fatal. "Are they hurt?! How bad is it!?" I question him, the alpha herding me forward and into a room. I slam the door open, stalking straight to Ghost who sits, head hung against his shoulders. Soap is across the room, heaving hard breaths. "What happened? Are you two okay--?!" Ghost's hand circles around my wrist, just as Gaz retreats from the room. His eyes rise to my own. "Ooh shit." I whisper, just as Soap comes up behind me. "Help us out, okay? Please?" An alpha's rut. Or, well, alphas'... plural. - - - literally tf141 + konig x fem beta reader :D
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