The Alpha King's Runaway Bride
Her green hair served as a covering for her nakedness, covering up her breasts and feminine folds.
“Shut up!” Doom snapped, and he too came out of the dark. He was a giant man, with shiny golden skin and broad shoulders and chest—much bigger than Mischief. He was three times her size, and he didn’t know how the books said they were together, but he wasn’t here to figure that out. He was here to make a request.
“I am a pusher of boundaries, and so I would say, six months.”
“What’s six months?” Doom asked, looking a little clueless about it all.
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