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Chapter 126: The Smell of Treason

Author: Adelina Beston
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-03-10 15:22:03

Elara’s POV

The metallic click of the door had barely faded before I let out a breath that was more of a snarl. My mouth still tasted of the broth—rich, earthy, and maddeningly familiar. Rhys had played me. He had used my own physical weakness to force an intimacy I wasn't ready for, and worse, he had done it with that infuriating Alpha arrogance that made me want to either claw his eyes out or pull him closer.

I didn't have time to dwell on the heat still radiating from my pulse point.

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