The Secret Mate Of The Lycan Alpha King

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ays talk about? Looks...not very good." Tif

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pped lightly on the rim of the glass, once, twice. I w

. I just want you to underst

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beside me, the movement slow and deliberate, the base of the glass tapping the si

h to fill the now quiet space, "do you remember wh

s his Beta. Hi

aphne will be useless. Wouldn't it be better to find a more politically valuable marriag

sn't closed properly that night. I was standing in the hallway, and I heard everything." Brighton's pupils contract

ht fall on my face, "I've decided on th

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ith my fingertips and

you, Brighton Sny

mal and irrevocable potential bond, recognized by the la

to pale. "You dare!" he f

st now accept my refusal," I sta

hen at the curious and excited gazes o

it!" The few seconds felt like an eternity. Brighton's ja

h word felt like

my soul, but even more so, a s

ack straight, steps unhurried. Reaching the door, I paus

back of his wardrobe, there's a hotel receipt that wasn't co

drained fr

door and stepped i

hree months but never called. It was my father's friend, Walter Price, who had never been in favor of my relationship with Brighton. "Mr. Walter Price? This is Daphne Lindsay. I've made up my mi

e finally appea

were something I'd