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Malrik

"Who?" The word fell from the harridan's lips into my body. The worst thing I could hear at this moment.

Something was wrong with my mate, and the question she could ask was that? The fact that she didn't seem bothered made my blood boil.

My wolf growled, pacing madly inside me.

"Your mate, Your Majesty.”

"Oh, sorry." She muttered, glancing back. Her gaze met mine, and I glared daggers back at her while she turned to the guard. "What's wrong with her?"

"She fell sick."

I clenched my fist, digging my feet into the lush wine colored carpet. I shifted my gaze from her before I did...