Alpha’s thirst for Ember
one of them asked as he approached, his voice thick with condescension, he took a step closer, sizing her up with a smirk.
She lifted her chin defiantly. “To the servants' camp. Let me through.”
The guard laughed outrightly, glancing over his shoulder at his partner before pointing at her in mockery.
“She thinks she gives the orders,” he laughed. Then his expression darkened. “Turn around, little girl, or I’ll show you what we do to stubborn slaves like you.”
Ember’s face burned, a mix of embarrassment and anger rushing through her veins. Who did he think he was? She wasn’t just some servant anymore, she was his mate now. Didn’t that mean something?
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