Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Personal

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As I met his gaze, my first instinct was to trust him. Axel was easy to get along with and seemed like he would make a good friend. A part of me wanted to confess everything that happened between Elliot and me—something that only Mindie knew. </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I stared blankly at Axel and feigned confusion. “Me and Elliot?” I questioned it like the combination of our names was the most ridiculous pairing in the world. “There’s nothing between us. Sure, we grew up in the same pack, but he was only ever an acquaintance. I only truly met him when I first started working here.”</span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Axel shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t really care about being an Alpha,” he admitted, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “I am technically in line for the position, but that’s only because I’m my father’s only son, and my dad wants nothing more than for me to inherit his title. If I had it my way, I’d spend the rest of my life painting. And I’d be happier that way. I don’t want to be in charge of an entire pack. I already found what I love doing.” </span>

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