Mated To The Enemy Alpha
Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to cry.
“Please,” I mouthed to Orion.
I didn’t plan on dying today. I didn’t survive seven years of torture just to be killed to prove a point to my father.
“That’s enough!” Orion’s voice came.
“Orion,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder at him.
“She’s my bride. Now let her go, Aria,” he ordered, and she gasped, grip loosening around my neck.
“Orion, you can’t possibly be…” she stuttered, glancing at me and him. There was a moment between them, obviously mind linking each other.
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