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13. Scandal with a crown

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Elise

The words hit me like ice water down my spine.

*Alpha Elliott Draven is demanding entry. He says he's here for his mate.*

"No." The word tore out of me before I could stop it. My legs felt suddenly unsteady, and Alaric's hand shot out to grip my elbow, steadying me without hesitation.

"He has no claim here," Alaric said, his voice dropping into something low and lethal, a register I hadn't heard from him before. Whatever gentleness he'd shown me in this palace vanished, replaced by the co
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