Lauren Dun

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For a moment, white hot rage battles with bone deep grief, and I brace myself for her to plow through the door like a bulldozer. But then, by some miracle, the feeling ebbs, and she lets out a wolfish snort. I swear, she says, “His loss.”
The Heir Apparent's Rejected Mate (Five Packs, #2)
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