The clock continued ticking, but Alpha King Maxxwell stood still. His breathing was labored while his hand rested on my shoulder—trembling.Damn. He was fighting for control. That was not what I wanted. I wanted him to lose his con—nothing else. My neck was already straining, and I started feeling the pain, but I managed to stay calm and act sweetly. "What's the matter, Your Majesty? I am waiting.""This is not supposed to happen," he said in disbelief. He mumbled to himself, and I could not decipher what he was saying anymore. My heart sank when he retreated, putting a safe distance between us, took off his shirt, left his undershirt, and threw it in my direction without looking at me. "Wear that, River. I don't want any males seeing you in that state."I glanced at it momentarily and fisted on the clothes as I looked at him with disbelief. The cold never bothers me anymore. "Tell me what's wrong, Your Majesty. I can fix it for you."I did not have bad breath. So why? Perhaps
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