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Chapter 20: The Confrontation

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm

Olive's POV

"I don't mean to interrupt. I came to ask the princess few questions." He said, dropping one of his hands to his side.

His sun burn skin captured the subtle glow of the rising sun, accentuating the roundness of his biceps. With his long black hair neatly packed behind his head, the intricate angles of his diamond-shaped face caught my attention. His busy brows shaped above lashes too long to belong to a man betrayed the rigidity of his manly hollow cheeks and high cheekbones.

A recalcitrant strand of hair fell over the anterior angle of his forehead, overlapping his left eye. Damn! This man is beautiful. A band tightened in my chest, my lungs constricting into tight knots of longing and emptiness. Alpha Orvyn was stealing the air I breathe, and I hated the way he made me feel vulnerable and stupid.

Not to appear less of myself, I ran my fingers hastily over my hair, and tucked few strands behind my ear. Fuck! I'm still in my nightgo
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