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... ed his forehead. Meanwhile I was rooted to the same spot because the king was staring at me with so much hatred, it felt like it might kill me.
"This wrench is Silas’ daughter?!" He screeched when his eyes focused on me again and I flinched.
"She’s not a wrench, father. She is our mate." Angelo snapped in clear irritation and as those words washed over me, something fluttered in my chest.
"And she’s still a wrench! Why is a child of our enemy here in this pack and you thr ...
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