The Alpha's Rogue Bride
he said through his teeth.
"I will not."
"You…"
"Alpha."
The voice was soft, breathless, and directly at Richard's elbow.
Olga. Elena's personal maid. A thin, anxious woman who always looked one step away from a heart attack, and who right now had positioned herself precisely close enough that her whisper would carry to me too. Which, I was learning, was probably the point.
"Forgive me, Alpha, but the Luna — she's having a breakdown upstairs. She can't breathe. She's asking for you. Please, sir, she…"
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