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damn papers, Al

ainst my ribs, howling in absolute, bleeding terror. But my Alpha eg

is was a Thorne Pack political play, a c

voice dropping into a cold, business-like sneer. "

"The Pack treaty strictly forbids land or asset division upon a se

ecting her to finally crack, to beg for my forgiveness. But as I shoved the paper

urmured, her eyes dead. "And I am going to

hreat, a sharp, frantic spik

news-what is

. I gritted my teeth and marched up the grand staircase, de

recording, Piper?* I s

anced over the banister. Elara stood in the foyer, watching my silent, furious retreat. She couldn

d. The ancient white stones felt like an executioner's block.

ng me to submit to her, but the Alpha c

, accept your rejec

iolently ripping my soul in half. I stumbled, gasping for air as the Mate-bond withered into as

" I growled, my voic

I left a parting gift for

o the cavernous dining hall. Resting on the mahogany table, right where the Rejection papers had be

lently as I unfold

your heir were paid i

nfirmed it. I hadn't just broken my mate's heart. I h

m my numb fingers, fl

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