Rejected by My Mate, Chosen by the Wolf Prince

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g Alondra Parrish, her face a perfec

blue eyes look ethereal, like a porcelain doll on the verge of shat

heard Sister Faith suddenly collapsed, th

ng it clear to Benson that her true anxiety was for him. The small tea

d her, his voice softer than I had ever h

reunion with a cold,

t noticed me. She covered her mouth with her hand. "Sister Faith, you're all right!

e snap back to me, a flicke

smile. "Thank you for coming, Alondra. There was jus

and up from the sofa, only to collapse back d

efore she hid it, pressing herself closer to Benson. "Sister, don't move

help her sit properly," he told A

leave. My plan required

voice laced with panic. "

ndence. "I don't need a physician. I'm just... a little scared.

of the way, even for a mo

sister in front of Benson. She shot him a look of longing before

s arm, looking up at him with my most vulnerable expression. "Benson, I know you

xpression unreadable, but h

of the Haynes pack Marks his mate, he temporarily removes his signet ring,

laced by his usual arrogance. He thought I was seek

e signet ring at his belt. I noticed the small silver

two steps and then let out a dramatic gasp. The glass slipped fr

is arm from my grasp and lunging to

s, breathing in shallow pants. "Benson

It was one of her favorite tricks to gain sympat

londra into his arms and rushed out of the room without a backward glance,

oor slammed shut

curing his ring. When he rushed to catch Alondra, the sudden movement mad

s completely. I dropped to my hands and knees, my finge

s brushed against somet

my hand a

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