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... > Rafe’s face presses against the floor, his shoulders trembling. "High Alpha, I didn’t—she was never marked—"
"Silence!"
As if he hadn’t been demanding an answer a literal moment ago.
The temperature spikes. A faint glow emanates from the king’s skin, pulsing in time with his rage. The shadows of his tattoos seem to reach out, grasping at nothing.
My head spins. This is chaos. Insanity.
Alpha’s forehead touches the ground, well and properly cowed this tim ...
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