Rejected By The Alpha, Carrying His Secret Pup

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s. The air was instantly suffocating, thick with Graves's dominant scent-

body against the absolute farthest edge, leaving a vast, empty chasm of cold silk sheets between me an

ps, water droplets tracing the hard lines of his chest. He stopped. His d

, deeply offended and wounded by its Fated Mate's physical rejection. But Graves was an Alpha. He ins

ones rattle. He turned on his heel, grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and stormed out of the roo

ipating. He was going to sleep in his study. I was safe for the night,

e estate early to formally resign at the of

charcoal suit, flipping through a stack of documents. He didn't

othes. You're c

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rk shadow over me. "You wanted the honors of a Luna, didn't you?" he sneered, his voice dripping with ve

s, I n

ced my legs to move against my will. He truly believed I had manipulated Elder Cecelia. The misc

sive restaurant for the supernatural elite. The dim lighting and the heavy scent of rich f

ed in, my stomach churned. He reeked of stale cigars and dirty musk. His predatory eyes i

ine. His large, clammy hand clamped down on my wrist, forci

sperate, pleading look at Graves, who

, Graves's jaw clenched, and he deliberately turned his head away, e

ed into a millio

rip on my wrist tightened painfully. "You must know exactly how to please an Alpha to get a seat at this tabl

nally thrown me into the jaws of another predator just to punish me. I pressed my free hand against my s