Sold to the cursed Alpha: The seer
“And what, pray tell, is meant to happen in two months? Everyone whispers. Everyone speculates. But no one knows.”
Amaria rose from her chair in one fluid motion, hips swaying, her satin skirts dancing on the floor. Each step was deliberate, calculated. She stopped by the window, tilting her body so that the fabric clung to her curves.
“It’s a secret,” she said lightly, her voice dripping with tease. She let out a laugh, throwing her head back like a maniac.
The sound of her own madness thrilled her. A thousand years of preparation. A thousand years of waiting. And now the fruit of her labor dangled within reach.
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