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Keep Your Apologies, Your Majesty

Penulis: Virginia K. Sebastian
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-26 11:13:23

Agila's POV

I would spit in the Alpha's face if I could. But my mouth feels dry. He looks at my condition and somehow thinks that he has the right to just say the word sorry. Like it would solve everything.

I drink the bitter contents of the bottle that has been placed in my mouth. If the doctor is going to treat my wounds then I really need something to block the pain, if it works anyway.

The doctor slices away the bloody cloth I have had on for days after withdrawing the bottle from my lips
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