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66-BLOOD TRAIL

Anthony’s POV

It was the third time in a row that Carla had sent a letter to my quarters, and the third time that I crumpled the manilla envelope in my palm and threw it out.

One night, one fucking night of attention I had given the redhead and now she thought we were bloody mates or something!

It had been careless too. A mistake I wasn't keen on repeating.

Not when I still couldn't get the woman in my head out of my mind. Fucking Elena!

I tried not to think of her alone in the dark cells. I had made sure the handmaids and servants still gave her everything she needed.

“You're finished, Anthony. Fucking finished.” I swore at my reflection in the large mirror. I was in an all-black shirt fitted into tailored leather pants that emphasized my muscles.

The brooding curve on my forehead remained, making me look like a spitting image of the late Alpha, my father. I had one thing in common with the son-of-a-bitch at least.

The dark-haired woman’s porcelain face hadn't left my head since I st
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