My Alpha Mate Wants Me Back
Authoress Estevania sorry, alpha. i don't want to be your mistressclaimed by the alpha's lovean heir for the alpha; winning her love againadored by my ruthless alpha
“You don’t look like you hate me anymore.”
“Where is the way to your room from here?” I ask. I would know, but only the royals were ever allowed down the secret passageway.
His brows furrow and he shakes his head. “Dunno.”
I grip both his cheeks, forcing him to look in my eyes. He blinks slowly as I repeat the words to him. “Two turns right,” he answers and starts to scrape his skin again. I pull his arms down and he snarls at me, his eyes devoid of any recognition. They are bloodshot and weary. I recognize the poison, having seen the symptoms once in a visit to infirmary while I worked as a maid. Bloodfire, made from Dreamthorn, sunscorch blooms and belladonna. First, delirium. Second, the
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