Enslaved to the Mafia Alpha
Mihika mumbled.
Kira knew that Mihika did not wish to tell this, but she could not refuse a direct order from her alpha.
Dr Serena was stunned by this.
“My lord, are you feeling anything for this wretched girl?” Dr Serena asked suddenly.
“Not at all,” Dimitri stared at Mihika in deepest disgust.
“But it is not possible,” Mihika spoke, “the giver of the potion is the recipient of the love,” she muttered.
“So, either your potion was useless darling,” Dr Serena snapped, “or our alpha is no longer mate less,” and her eyes rested on Kira, whose hand was still on Dimitri’s chest and she was calming him in such a strenuous time.
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