Claimed by My Ex's Father, the Alpha King

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ial against my cracked lips. Archer Reynolds-my husband and the newly crowned Alph

d like liquid fi

fingers twitched against the damp flagstones of the royal dungeon, but my arms refused to lift. Deep in my

glared at them. "You fucking traitors! You've be

ueen of this realm. How dare you speak to me that way?" Then she giggled, pressing her c

d riding boots came to a halt inches from my face. He did not kneel. He merely looked down at me

at and detached. "It only makes you look pathetic.

zen vocal cords, my visi

ther..."

our mother too. And your loud-mouthed brothers. Lord Carlisle was kind enough to deliver the forged letters of treason dire

rt pounded so hard against my ribs it

tire

co. Dead because of a

of blood escaping the corner of my

an arrogant hand on the

k I would seat a plain, unbonded female beside me on the Silvermoon Throne? If it were

ng Colette hard

ween her lips while his other hand slid down her body and closed over her ass through the thin silk, grinding her a

ess hatred surged through me, hotter than the Wolfsbane devouring my veins. H

ng, her painted lips curving into a

usin," she murmured, pulling a smal

ng a sickly-sweet peony scent

pack in Eldoria will kneel and acknowledge me as their Luna Queen. And your name

with clear impatience. "Don't waste another second on

toward the h

pushed the dungeon barrier shut. The latch s

the cell, absol

veins until my lungs could no longer expand.

r Rey

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emselves into my sou

he choking dark, my fingernails scraping bloody grooves into the stone,

ike a dry twig. With the last shred of strength in

en throne, make Colette George choke on the crown she stole from me, a