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I felt the Alpha’s needled fingers hook painfully in my hair as he jerked my head closer to his face so that I noticed the way his skin lacked any pores, the marbled porcelain contorting with hate and displeasure.

“Answer me, wench, I will not have a man who whores around in MY own Castle! Do you understand me?” Alpha Toph bellowed, the wind from his mouth brushing harshly over my face so that I had to squeeze my eyes shut, feeling tears drop from the squinted corners as I tried to reach the iron grip he had on my hair.

“Y-Yes Your Majesty,” I cried, feeling the...