Chapter 8

Amelia – POV

The bowl hovered in front of me like a peace offering. My hands just… sat in my lap. Limp. Trembling. Useless. I hated them.

I hated him more.

Alpha Damien. My mate. My curse in a crown.

He didn’t say anything when I didn’t take the bowl. Didn’t huff, didn’t sneer. Just moved si...

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