C181 The Alpha King's Hated Slave; Part 3. (The Final Part)

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"Can I kiss you?"

Kamara's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected request from Callan. Her cheeks went a deep shade of red, and she lowered her eyes to the ground.

Callan was beating up his head six ways to Sunday for blurting out a request like that. She's a Lady, and peasants don't ask Ladies for kisses. What was he thinking?

But that was just the problem