Mated to the triplet alpha princes
My hand instinctively tightened on the dagger strapped to my thigh, hidden beneath my tunic.
“What is a slut like you doing among such noble men?”
His voice, a low, venomous hiss, sliced through the quiet air around me. It was barely above a whisper, meant only for my ears, cutting me deeper than any shouted insult could have. The word, 'slut,' hung in the air, a vile, sticky thing that clung to me. My blood ran cold, then boiled. How dare he? All the exhaustion, all the pain of the mission, was forgotten in a sudden surge of pure, unadulterated rage.
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