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9: Do Kings drink tea ?
*Typhon*
I am stomping down to the kitchen, huffing with annoyance. Damn, I am getting too old for this. Okay, so thirty-five might not really be old, but going through the things I have, the heartbreak I have suffered, and living as a rogue, it makes you feel ancient.
Closing my eyes for a moment I remind myself that it is in the past. I had a mate, he is no longer my mate, he is no longer anything to me but a painful memory. I do not want a repeat, I do not want a new mate, and especially not this little annoying Alpha.
Part of me regrets making the exchange, the girls would not have had my emotions in an uproar and my body reeling like this. On the other hand, I can’t help but … what? I am not even really sure.
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