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<div style="width: 71%; height: 500px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 23px; text-align: justify; box-sizing: border-box; background: #fff; padding: 15px; color: #000;"><div style="height: 470px; overflow-y: auto;">Sometimes it was fun to mess around with Zeph. Even though his rank in the pack fell in stark contrast to her own, they managed to tease one another on occasion. It made her feel less intimidated by the man, and as a direct result, less intimidated of the others. Besides. If you didn't cower against the alpha, why would you cower from the other ranks?<br/>
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Still, she knew her place. That was why she'd ceased the teasing quick, not wanting to press her luck and screw up her good standings.<br/>
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The more people joined the dinner, the less chances she had to obsessively fixate on her table setting habits. It should have reassured her that Enzo complimented its 'perfect' arrangement, but somehow the nervous omega managed self-consciousness. Still, it was a kind thing to say. A sheepish grin grazed her features as she clasped her hands together, nodding lightly. "<b>Ha, thanks. God I'm a wreck.</b>" Neviah mused honestly, shaking her head.<br/>
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People began claiming their seats, causing her to snatch up one of her own. She hovered like a vulture over a corner spot before deciding upon it, smoothing down her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fc3%2Fc8%2Ffe%2Fc3c8fe9e56edb4b607a0092a9873f25a.jpg&amp;hash=6c2b9b737d40a40618049fc6837a25a4" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/c8/fe/c3c8fe9e56edb4b607a0092a9873f25a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> tangerine skirt</a> first. For someone who clung to the wall like ivy, she tended to favor orange in her wardrobe a lot.<br/>
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Old Hop even paid his respects to her decorative attempts, and a skittish laugh burst from her mouth. Her shimmery eyes observed the bourbon he poured until finally speaking up. "<b>Can I freeload a bit of that?</b>" She offered another grin, eyebrows perked.<br/>
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Lucas was seated nearby; another omega. They tended to have a lot of tasks together, but hadn't really had an abundance of conversations. Maybe tonight she could talk to him a bit more. He had a very to-himself air about him, and it almost felt like obligation to push through that a bit.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Sometimes it was fun to mess around with Zeph. Even though his rank in the pack fell in stark contrast to her own, they managed to tease one another on occasion. It made her feel less intimidated by the man, and as a direct result, less intimidated of the others. Besides. If you didn't cower against the alpha, why would you cower from the other ranks?<br/>
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Still, she knew her place. That was why she'd ceased the teasing quick, not wanting to press her luck and screw up her good standings.<br/>
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The more people joined the dinner, the less chances she had to obsessively fixate on her table setting habits. It should have reassured her that Enzo complimented its 'perfect' arrangement, but somehow the nervous omega managed self-consciousness. Still, it was a kind thing to say. A sheepish grin grazed her features as she clasped her hands together, nodding lightly. "<b>Ha, thanks. God I'm a wreck.</b>" Neviah mused honestly, shaking her head.<br/>
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People began claiming their seats, causing her to snatch up one of her own. She hovered like a vulture over a corner spot before deciding upon it, smoothing down her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fc3%2Fc8%2Ffe%2Fc3c8fe9e56edb4b607a0092a9873f25a.jpg&amp;hash=6c2b9b737d40a40618049fc6837a25a4" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/c8/fe/c3c8fe9e56edb4b607a0092a9873f25a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> tangerine skirt</a> first. For someone who clung to the wall like ivy, she tended to favor orange in her wardrobe a lot.<br/>
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Old Hop even paid his respects to her decorative attempts, and a skittish laugh burst from her mouth. Her shimmery eyes observed the bourbon he poured until finally speaking up. "<b>Can I freeload a bit of that?</b>" She offered another grin, eyebrows perked.<br/>
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Lucas was seated nearby; another omega. They tended to have a lot of tasks together, but hadn't really had an abundance of conversations. Maybe tonight she could talk to him a bit more. He had a very to-himself air about him, and it almost felt like obligation to push through that a bit.</div>
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