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#Chapter 117 The Messenger

Helen POV

I knelt by his feet, watching as he crumbled into a chair by the fireplace. I hadn’t even thought to find a robe, or to slip into my dress from earlier as it reeked of William’s scent still.

I leaned my clean, warm cheek against my Lycan mate’s knee and watched him turn over the envelope carefully. He didn’t want to open, that was obvious, but my curiosity was certainly pricked.

“Are you going to read it?” I asked solemnly. “It could be important.”

My mate looked over me, kneeling at his side, and I could see a hint of a grin threatening his lips. He watched over me in this favorable position, though there wasn’t much sexual tension between us sense he fought his Lycan from penetrating me in the arena after William kissed me.

I was sure Justin would make his aura and scent over me known, but he withheld, and that was surprising. He must not have enjoyed hearing William call me a bed slave…

I didn’t enjoy that at all.

“Are you… Are you mad at me, Justin?”

“For what?” he growl
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