The Alpha's Pampered Wolfless Mate
Harriet leaned closer, whispering, "Don't get too comfortable. You're nothing but a passing amusement to him. And I don't share what's mine."
With a mocking smirk, she turned and walked away, her perfume lingering like poison.
My nails dug into my palms. My chest burned with rage, but I refused to let her see my weakness. I stormed back to my chambers, slamming the door behind me.
*Drake has a fiancée? And he thinks he can keep me here while dangling her in front of me?*
I paced the room, fury tearing at me. Harriet's arrival threatened everything—my chance to access the artifact, my control over Drake, my carefully laid plans.
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