The Rogue King's Cursed Mate

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n from the 'holding' and the auction hall. There, seated and dres

rtbeat

ut I wished I hadn't because it lande

d to tell me

h to kill; he wasn't smiling like Doom. No, his face was stoic, reserved and I wanted so badly to g

ts wrong, his lips broke

d tears as reality finally dawned on me. A sob tore through m

n the middle of the room, a demarcation between where the cruel man was seated and the burning coal, but I didn't prepare for wh

he slave

ip crack. I tossed and trashed, but I was held tightly u

l fire that had the rod in it, burning crystal red. My gaze shifte

d through my vis

eft to just the two of us. I stumbled back, trying to wedge the

make me calm or make me hate him less. Writhing from th

you have

wer to my question.

a whisper. "Because you're mine. M

ng, muffled laugh. "You don't own

e." His lips curved

m, from his daunting figure and mischievous smile but like

e must be a reason I was bought by him. Why did he have to use so m

wolf-less, yet he deemed it f

wing dagger stares while he walked toward me. I felt

e. "Do I say... I was intrigued?" He turned to his side as if asking someone else bef

ur ugly eyes out, feed them to the creatures of the sky, and make sure you

ning to the sofa, "A sharp tongue. More rea

filling my eyes and tr

k was literally on fire, like t

d beard. He was Alpha Rheagor, the one Doom spoke about, the 'pl

Or hi

me, his hand grabbing my

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ipulativ

dow pane shook and Alpha Rheagor's hand left my neck. Hi

g me buy this time,"

. That shows how one around me can be strongly influenced, including you. From being reluctant to comin

into a tight ball, veins popping out of his sk

gone for its first hunt. My father used to tell me so before he died," I butt in, my gaze

future, you won't know why you will keep coming here because this is just the begi

to the room, their head low in

hed me that cocky smile and

arp and sleek - peeked out

he sofa where Alpha Ryker was seated. My eyes bore into his

ker coldly said and my eye

ng, the sharp edge of the needle burrowed into my skin, my body sh

was the last word I heard befor