C82 CHAPTER82 The Apha King's Hated Slave

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Another ice cracked in his cold heart and fell away.

He couldn't stop staring at her, at the slight reactions she wasn't aware of. The nervous way her hand gripped her nightclothes, the flush of her cheeks, and the flash of her eyes.

His body had been reacting to her since he rose from slumber, but now, his phallus only hardened and lengthened