The Warlord's Defective Prize

Trembling Retreat

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Trembling Retreat

All the breath rushed out of her lungs. Vander's muscular shoulder dug into her soft stomach. The sudden impact sent a sharp ache radiating through her torso. Her vision swayed as the polished wooden floor moved in a dizzying blur beneath her. Panic clawed up her throat. She had thrown juice on the Alpha. He was dragging her to the dungeons. He was going to slaughter her down there in the dark and