C123 The Alpha King's Hated Slave; Part 2

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Vetta can't believe the sight in front of her. Her hand on the wall of the side of the window balled into fist.

The king stayed that way. He didn't raise his head. It's as if a bound is holding his head to her belly, and he isn't ready to pull away anytime soon.

The sight was hurting Vetta's eyes too much, she reached for the doorknob of the bedroom