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Dorian's POV

"No."

I didn't even think twice about the request before declining it.

Ashly was livid. Of course, she was. When wasn't she?

"No? I am your mate. I have a right to be at the treaty signing."

The treaty was finally going through with King Damien and as unexpected as it was, it seemed to be true, not a scam as I had initially thought.

That meant he hadn't discovered that my pack, my mate in particular, had a hand in what had happened to the sceptre.

All was well and naturally, Ashly wanted to put a wrench in the plans.

What was she saying? That as my mate she had the right to be there. How laughable.

"Sometimes, I wonder if you also lie to yourself because your delusions are phenomenal." I said, my every word coated with derision.

Her green eyes hardened in anger and growing annoyance. "Dorian."

From the outside, we probably looked like a normal couple having a usual argument.

Ashly was just beginning to show and pregnancy looked beautiful on her with her glowing ski