The Alpha King's Hated Slave
It was not yet nine pm, but that was supposed to be the latest.
“Okay, I will sleep now. Happy fighting with your lack of sleep,” Martin replied and made to go out of the tent.
“Wait,” I called out.
He stopped and turned. “Yes, Shawn,”
I rolled my eyes over the wide smile spread across his face. He was young and looked young, but he was cunny and knowledgeable like a sly old fox.
“I feel drawn to someone or something, but I don't know what it is. When I try to close my eyes, nothing happens,” I complained.
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