The Secret Alpha King's Defiant Mate

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fternoon sun. Simple jeans and a t-shirt, but she shone brighter than a

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nt cold,

chair groaned in protest. Beside me, Vance stiffened, sensing the s

ep around him. Another block. A

uth. Unheard, but

out, aiming to

reaming commands, Alpha instincts demanding to teleport across the

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n the scree

r hair, April moved. A blur of motion. A quick step back, creatin

ected with hi

agony. Doubling over with a

t run. No c

the pathetic, writhing man on the pavement. Her

ece of trash she'd

ker. "Keep your hands to yourself, scumbag." Low a

shocked onlookers, a turn and into th

the chai

d dismissal. The

rl painted in my mind. Not a frag

d claws. And she k

ssive, awe-struck vibration. She didn't need a king. She needed a throne.

unglasses pushed up on her head. Beaming. "See?" Filled

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s my face. A real smile, one that rea

s magn

ared his throat. "Alpha? Do you still requ

ers gone. A strange, buoyant feeling. "No, Vance."

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the finest stones, the best craftsmanship. I want

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r April would