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... are you?"
The King’s voice cracked. Broken. Shattered like his entire understanding of reality.
His mother. The former Queen. The woman who raised him. The pillar of the royal family.
Currently bouncing on some random human’s dick. Whip raised mid-air. Face flushed with pleasure.
Jax just smiled.
The mother—still mounted on him—lowered her whip and glared at her son. "What the hell are you doing here, Oakryn?"
Her hips didn’t stop moving. Instinct ...
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