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Chapter 46.

Author: P.M.I Charlotte
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Iris.

I try to breathe. But it’s hard, because he’s here. In my space. Watching me like I’m some fragile doll about to break. I’m crying now, from pain, real pain in my chest, because I know I’m about to lose him to another woman.

My head throbs from all the crying, and all I want is to crawl into bed. Shut the world out. Pretend his scent doesn’t drive me insane. Pretend his presence doesn't drive me crazy.

I’m turning to walk away when he grabs me and pulls me flush against his chest. Hard muscles, bare and burning, wrap around me.

“When I told you that you belonged to me, I said it with the conviction of an Alpha wolf,” he says, voice hot and raspy.

Rage explodes behind my eyes.

“What conviction?” I snap, glaring at him. His lips are too close. His expression, mild amusement. Is he finding my pain funny? My humiliation? I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go.

“You’re taking someone else. At least have the decency not to play further games,” I hiss, shoving at his chest. He does
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