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ana'
as
ally, tr
ay it all started. The day Gallagher first publicly chose
e in the dungeon, and I can't forget the inhuman torture and pain I su
churned in my heart. I gripped the cold marb
oom door
illed the frame. My fated mat
wn hair meticulously styled. Those sharp, golden wolf eyes swep
ice was a low rumble, devoid of any warmth. It was the
ling, striding directly to the walk-in closet t
n, his p
ice melted instantly. "Don't be af
he had used that same gentle tone to soothe her, while I, his mate, was
loyalty. When one mate is unfaithful, the oth
eart that had beaten for him, ached for him, had
ot even sparing me a second glance, as i
ushed forward. I would have grabbed his arm,
ghost of memory, even t
s dug into my palms, the sharp sting of
e not that foolish,
back, a flicker of sarcasm in his golden eyes. "Wha
t a performance to get his attention
their former adoration or pleading. They were as still and dead
out clear and steady. Each word was
I'm happy to see
ly hadn't expected that. His frown deepene
k on him, walked back to the bed, and sat on
l his oppressive Alpha presence, his Dominion,
ing wolves; it's the foundation of their rule. But he for
walked over to the vanity, picked up a brush, and
ould infuriate a control freak
ed fury. But he was clearly in a hurry to get to his
the door announc
the mirror, a cold, vengeful
s. This time, I
ever would have dared to call in my past lif
ileges. Right now. I want all the information for Gallagher
ces to support his little lover, I wouldn't be
e first deb
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