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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY.

DERRICK’s POV.

With a little groan, I aggressively slip my shaft out of Zoey’s wet honey pot and stand up from the bed, a smirk is lingering on my lips and I love the way her whole body is vibrating even when I am no longer buried deep inside of her again.

This has become my daily routine now, after Imogen left. The thought of it makes me mad for a few seconds but when I realise I have one of her blade member’s body hanging on a stake just outside the courtyard, my body relaxes and my anger dilapidates. How dare those two Alpha level wolves think they can beat me? I can’t help but scoff at the thought of that, they made me laugh so hard.

“You look happy” Zoey's tiny and annoying voice reaches my ears and I turn my head towards her, a furrow on my brows.

“Why shouldn't I be?”

“Of course not, master” she immediately responds, “I mean you have been so angry since Imogen left and it is weird to see you smiling so brightly”

She climbs out of the bed and I hear her cuss silently in pain, h
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