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rk study. The heavy velvet curt

cheerful counting of gold coins. "I wish to be

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Omega. You offer no strength of

tossed a stack of dusty

efuse. See that you do not embar

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proud warriors, but men

the cowardly man Isabella

ers brushed against a thick piece of parc

etched portrait of a

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I read the

e paper from my hand

e Alpha Duke of the Bloodmoon Pac

d out. "Why is his profile

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which allies with the Northern Duke will have its inheritance rights downgraded. The Old King fears Kaelen's military power. Ma

f refuse might suit one another, I will not have this f

portrait. My heart

my past life, Kaele

war machine in the kingdom.

ol so the Old King would not

file? In my past life, he never marr

k further, the stud

wearing a tight, ru

she whined. "Silas is sequeste

e of the month when a werewol

deeply territorial. They needed to iso

ina," Isabella demanded. "We a

our sister. If a single hair on the future Lun

inted the sky in shades of bruised purple that Isabella, her patience worn thin, fin

e a row of dark, collapsing funeral tents, magic herb stalls, and weapon smiths displaying silver-

ver a poor merchant's basket of

aught a familiar sc

ped wa

oo. She squealed in d

il

s of the Crown Prince, who was

ested his chin on the top of her head,

Isabella, he

s locked dire

led in the pit of my stomach. He had just publicly pledged himself to my sister, yet his gaz