The Defective Mate's Hidden Royal Bloodline

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hundreds of exquisite gowns. The steam and my own sweat soaked

ess she owned, whether she planned to w

h perfect care, as if it were a work of art. I co

ly finished. A maid I d

kitchen to prepare his favorite lavender honey cake.

mach d

honey cak

s suite

liation designed just for me. He knew what this w

it now?" I asked, my voi

e waiting for you in the suite," the

is wasn't Julian's idea. This was Isabel

the Pack, an Alpha's

nd picked up the familiar tray. This time

the night I'd gone to see him. My heart was numb. T

as it had been the night I'd overhea

ughter from ins

reath and pushe

earth. Isabella, wearing a scandalous silk robe, w

was wrapped around her waist, the other held a gl

loving

o had just stumbled in

no embarrassment, only a triumphan

urrowed when he saw me, but

his voice casual, as if we were no

or me, now holding someone else. I had dreamed a thousand times of sitting

of illusion I held for him, the final echo

n't cry out. My h

was no

silent wastel

heartbroken. I had simply woken

ront of them. My hands were perfectly steady. "Al

n an exaggerated tone. "Is this the famous specialty of Miss Nora? Julia

. She then shot a subtle, calculating glance at her

gently playing with her fingers. His demeanor showed absolute, chilling

d up, took a respectful step back, and said softly

urned, walked out of the suite, and ge