Rejected Bride: My Mysterious Sovereign Husband

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foot and kicked open the heavy basalt doors of the banquet hall. The

a walrus-hide divan, his greasy eyes roving toward the entrance while

g under his breath, "You finally showed up! Take off your outer robe rig

cass undergoing Desiccation. "Edward, have you

ong as Reid blood runs in your veins, yo

s laugh. "Lord Reid, this daughter of yours has quite a fiery

side of my neck. "Miss Kenna, serve me well in my private grotto to

d the hilt of my bone dagger when a strong arm slid around my

his gray-blue eyes locking onto Sincla

arely above a whisper, yet frost immediately cryst

re sneering. "And what piece of trash are you, barking in my e

eveling spears tipped with prohibited cold iron-the one metal that seare

Tide-Oath Ring on my own finger suddenly flared in resonance with his

bound mate-and riding on that light wa

even letting out a scream, all twelve guards were slammed flat against the ston

nd pinned him face-first against the tiles, his gill slits flaring and bleeding as he choked for air. Besid

cating Sinclair like a god passing judgment on an insect.

ch off the stone, letting out a strangled,

ethal frost in his eyes melting instantly into calm wa

rd frantically blinking at me to beg for mercy. I

I said coldly. "If any of you dare touch a sing

nto the solid basalt pillar beside Edward's head, bu

air, I added, "As for you, Lord Sinclair-get

around Atticus's f

rushing pressure only after the heavy doors slammed shut beh

of my veins, leaving my tail fin trembling with exhaustion. Before I could sink hal

I gasped, my arms flying up to loop