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Chapter 29: Hell of a First Choice

Author: Lola Everson
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I gaped at the announcement then quickly shut my mouth in shocked silence. Seated by his side. Oh goddess!

We make our way to the table for the feast and the humming of conversation roars in the background. The Prince takes his seat and then the rest of the table takes their seats. I can feel the Alpha and Luna warning me with their stares to behave. Stay meek and quiet.

“I enjoyed the traditional dance immensely. I was disappointed you did not stay to provide an encore.” The Prince confessed to me as I drug my fork around the plate.

“It’s my pleasure to please you, your highness.” I carefully and quietly respond.

There are other ways in which I wish to please and be pleased by him.

“My apologies for disappointing.” I added quietly. I pouted. I did hate to disappoint.

“I hope you have enjoyed your time here at the fair, your highness?” Alpha Osiris interjected into the conversation. I stayed silent, aware of the cue he was giving me.

The Prince glances toward the Alpha,takes a b
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