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... rry him. I will not marry that monster!"
Amara’s voice cracked through the living room, sharp with restrained fury. Her hands clenched at her sides as she stood before the man who had just pronounced her fate as casually as one would announce the weather.
Anthony Caldwell rose from the couch at once, the ornate invitation letter still clenched in his fist. The wax seal bearing the insignia of the Werewolf Crown caught the light like an unblinking eye.
"You do not get to r ...
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