Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna
“We aren’t talking about our Alpha, we are talking about my husband, those two? Are so different but you wouldn’t know because they wear the same form for you.”
Something snaps inside her, she doesn’t like losing anything, and right now, there is absolutely nothing she can say to redeem herself. Her mouth opens, stuttering breaths escaping before she can find her words, and when she does, they’re just as I expected, pathetic. “You should have died with your mother.” She says. “You’re a waste of breath.”
“Try again,” I snicker. I’m no longer gurt by such things. “I have heard that one countless times before, it’s got the same impact as an I love you text. Both absolutely meaningless.”
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