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Chapter Twelve

Giavanna's P.O.V. 

Giavanna stood frozen in the passenger entrance of the Blood Lake Alpha's private jet; her eyes were round saucers as she gazed around the cabin. She had expected to see some plush leather chairs, tables, and maybe a couch. The space before her looked more akin to a full-service day spa than an aircraft. 

"Move it," Grant instructed as he came up behind Giavanna and gently nudged her through the threshold. "We have to keep on sche..." His voice trailed off once he noticed the interior of the jet. "Alice, what the fuck happened here?"

Alice reappeared from behind a curtain a pair of slippers and a robe in her hands. "Our Alpha was feeling rather guilty about requiring so much of Sebastian's attention this past week and wanted to make sure Miss Giavanna felt properly welcomed by the Blood Lake pack." She put the items down on a table decorated with an extravagant flower arrangement and several pillar candles. With a hand upon her elbow

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