Jeremiah lounged back into his seat, his dark blue robe shifting slightly, revealing more of his chest. His smirk was lazy, self-satisfied, the kind that belonged to a man who expected the world to worship at his feet.“There’s no need to fight over me,” he drawled, his voice thick with arrogance. “I have enough to go around. You ladies should learn to share.”I scoffed. I couldn't help it. his pure arrogance made it impossible.His smirk faltered. His brow cocked in question, like he was trying to figure out why I wasn’t swooning at his feet like every other she-wolf he had encountered.“Firstly,” I said, tilting my head as I crossed my arms, “cover yourself properly. Show some respect to your King.”His smirk returned, but this time, it was forced. But beneath that it was challenging me.“And secondly,” I continued, “I have no interest in you whatsoever. Sorry, not sorry.”Jeremiah’s smirk completely vanished at this point.“The fight wasn’t about you,” I added, my voice dripping w
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