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banner I was holding slipped from my grasp. It started to fall, the silken f

s a mixture of annoyance and pity. My face burned wi

e Alpha King, had paused his procession. He stepped down from the dais, his movements fl

y view of everything else, and caught the banner's wooden pole just inches from the floor. He effortlessly righted it, placing

arm. His ice-blue eyes met mine for a fraction of a second, and

ossessive rumble that was for me and me al

softened by the intimacy of our bond. I coul

ontinued to the throne without a backward glance. But the dama

d cruel tongue. Her narrow, calculating eyes were fixed on me, her perfectly painted lips curled into a sneer of pure venom. She had seen the

ing was a declaration. The secret I had held for three days was already threatening to unravel. Lea Mills's stare felt like