Gillian’s POV I close my eyes, trying to restrain my anger as I hear footsteps. Can't mistake Desiree for her, Seraphina. Even in my private study room, her perfume still sinks into the room as she walks in. I can hear her heels clicking towards my side, irritation clinging to my body. Why don't I get to have peace in my own abode? “Alpha,” Seraphina calls smoothly, however, I feign ignorance but does people like her ever back down? Even after reading the room?I stand up, moving toward the desk and bracing my palms against the wood with my head lowered slightly as I force to control my breathing. Because if I speak right now, it won't be polite at all. “Are you upset?” she asks lightly.I let out a slow breath. Stupid? Isn't it? You come into my world unannounced and constitute nonsense, yet you stand there and ask me if I am upset?Then I turn toward her direction. She has a smirk on, her hands folded to her chest. She walks closer, her hips swaying subtly with her eyes study
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