The Ruthless Alpha's Unwanted Bride
A commanding voice spoke from behind me, and I turned around and froze.
King Stolas stood there, wearing his gold-embroidered red cloak, a tall silver glass of wine held in his hand. His eyes swept over me from head to toe, a smile spreading across his face.
"Look at you," Stolas said, stepping into my personal space. "You look every bit like royalty tonight."
I forced my lips into a stiff, fake smile, lowering my head slightly. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Before I could back away, Stolas reached out, grabbing my elbow tightly. "Come with me."
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