I Am The Alpha's Rejected Mate
I groaned, my mouth opened wide, my voice a soft whisper.
"Don't tell me it's no dream, Ashley. This is as real as it gets," Sarah cried, her voice loud, on the edge of the rapturous, as she spun round, taking in the dreamlike environment, her eyes wide with wonder, like a kid in a sweet shop.
The monkeys watched us, bright blue eyes glinted to us, piercing uncomfortably, as if sizing us up, waiting. The head monkey—the one who brought us here—moved toward Sarah; its big, sad eyes danced, its brown coat seemed golden in the dim darkness.
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