The Alpha Prince's Fierce Bride
He shoved the imposter away with sudden strength, revulsion twisting his stomach.
“Reed, what is going on? I am your mate!” the fake Amber screamed, her voice dripping with annoyance at being denied.
“You are not,” Reed snarled, zipping up his pants and seizing the imposter by the arm. His grip was iron, his voice sharp with fury. “So who the hell are you?”
The real Amber froze next to the table, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes dark with wrath.
The imposter’s face twisted into something grotesque before she burst into shrill, hysterical laughter. Her form flickered like a mirage before dissolving. Where Amber had stood, now revealed was a petite brunette, black wings unfurling
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