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44| Have You Come To Formally Reject Me?

Clohe stood at the window while she towel-dried her hair.

She looked up at the moon and cursed the Moon Goddess for mating her with Zeb. If she was destined to be with a wolf, she would have been mated by now.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached her room with determination and it had her spinning around the second her bedroom door crashed open.

Her towel slid through her grasp. She snarled, bearing her fangs as she crouched down to the ground; one palm rested flat against the floorboards, and her other hand was raised behind her; high above her head.

As the Alpha King entered her room, she didn't relax her stance as she could sense his rage that easily contaminated the air between them.

His gaze never left hers as he slammed the door behind him which created cracks to slither up the wooden frames.

He strode toward her with a brutal beat playing beneath the soles of his combat boots.

Unable to tear her gaze away from him, her wet hair framed her delicate face and her luminous amb
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