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FOURTEEN: THE MATING NIGHT

ELIZABETH MILKHART

The woman’s black glare fixed on me like a hawk on prey until I felt what little sanity I had left unravel. Madam Burter yanked at my wild red curls brutally with her comb, her hot eyes burning my face in the blue glass of the mirror.

It was almost time for my first night with the Alpha, but I couldn't push back the painful bitterness that had lodged in the back of my throat.

“Three nights Elizabeth,” She ground out, but my name rolled off her tongue as “eel-isabed”, the harsh sound of it making my teeth set on edge.

My scalp was on fire when she finally dropped the comb, allowing waves of red to frame my long porcelain face beautifully.

“Tonight is your first chance to impress the court and get pregnant with Blackwood’s heir. Now what happened with the Queen was unfortunate…but it is a disgrace for a surrogate to come to the royal castle also barren.” She hissed, her coal-black eyes pining my face in the mirror.

I felt my throat burn as panic wound tight knots in m
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