I Am The Alpha's Rejected Mate
I asked, raking the nice beasts over in search of familiarity, trying to try and find humor where little lay, soft-voiced.
He did not respond initially, his silence deafening, his face closed, showing he wasn't in the mood for talk. I walked over to him, my eyes scanning his locked jaw, and my heart sank. "I'll take Brown Starlight," he said finally, with a glimpse of a swift smile, leading a powerful chestnut horse.
"Give me Thunder, White Wild Thunder," Sarah joined in, her voice cheerful, almost light, as she headed toward a white-blazed mare with a shiny coat, her pent-up energy pouring over the strain.
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