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's chamber. I couldn't stop asking myself why he'd sent for me. Did he want t

ck or just go in. Slowly, I raised my head and glanced at the guards stand

he was, standing near the window with a glass of drink in his hand. His

ong silence, I walked into the room and closed the door behind me, deciding to draw his atte

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ips, drained it in one swallow, and then finally faced m

er since he rejected me, we hadn't spoken to eac

and blurted out, furrowing my brow

have left already-like the weak little omega they think

o run away? To abandon everything? Tears stung my eyes, but I re

said firmly. "My home

glass against the table. The sharp sound e

ped into a dangerous growl as he stalked

lm. "I'm not leaving. My family's buried here, my life

wl, half-laugh. His eyes narrowed, sharp an

wall. His grip wasn't enough to choke me, but firm enough to remind me how easily he could

ted it, hated that even as he threatened me, my body craved his nearness even when h

ay, you make me look weaker. You make me-" He cut himself off, tighteni

whispered, my voice breathless against

rushed unconsciously against my neck, sending unwanted shivers through me. The fury in his gaze flicke

eins, a pull too intoxicating to ignore. I should have turned away. I should have hated him

possessive, almost reverent, as his head dipped lower. I could feel his hot breath against my face, and the

e warmth of him searing through every inch of me. His eyes dropped to my mouth.

er. The woman who hated me more than death itself. Her gaze flicked from Andrew's hand st

. Is she going to drag me by the hair and throw me out? I pressed my lip

y heart sink in my chest. Clara once told me that if Regal smil

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sn't happy to see me in her son's chamber, and m