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KYLE'S POV.I’m seething as I park my car in the driveway and step out of it. When Alina proposed a duel with Ashanti at the arena, I knew approving was a terrible idea because of how infuriated she looked, but I couldn't go against Alpha Reagan after he approved.I don't know what got her so upset,
“Do you even hear yourself talk sometimes? Alina, your obnoxious ambition to end up with Alpha Reagan is going to put you in a lot of trouble.”“I'm going to kill her. I swear I'll kill Ashanti!” She's screaming at the top of her voice. Her eyes are watery and her hair is turning into a hot mess. I
ASHANTI'S POV.“Feed me.” Says Alpha Reagan as he sits on the sofa across from me. My eyes widen in shock as I glare at him in disbelief.“I should feed you?”“I believe that's what I said.” He dares to look at me. I rub my hands together and clear my throat. My eyes are hovering over the many bowls
I slide down my nightdress and I'm left with just pants and a bra. I've never done a strip dance before, but I believe I know how to twist my body seductively to turn on a man.“Ashanti…” He slurs as I move my body to the rhythm of the music, deliberately grazing my palms and fingers over my breasts
ASHANTI'S POV.My eyes flutter open and I expect to see a pile of masculine flesh and muscles lying by myside, but there isn't. I listen carefully for the sound of a running shower from the nearby bathroom, but the entire room is as quiet as a grave yard. I step down from the bed to go check for mys
“Do you know for how long I've been sitting here waiting for you?” Her gaze is glued to my face and her eyes searching for what I do not know feel like razors, giving tiny, stinging cuts on every inch on my face. I wish she would look away. “It's almost twelve noon and I've been here since eight am.
ASHANTI'S POV. After the night of my deprived orgasm, I spent the next night with Alpha Reagan again, but the following night, he called in another girl and only the Moon knew how upset I was. I almost marched to his chambers to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. He invites me over and
I love her company and I'm happy she's here with me again. “Here.” She hands me a bottle of orange juice. “I managed to sneak two of these out of the cafeteria after dinner. I already drank mine. You can have this one.” “Thank you.” I take the juice from her smiling. “That was very brave of you. I