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Sold To A Devious Alpha

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"Fight me, claw me, hate me all you want, Kitten. But you’ll never be able to resist how your body begs and squirms for my touch. Can you?" ——— Humiliated and rejected by her mate, Evangeline Raymore thought her life couldn’t get worse—until her father, Alpha Graham, sold her to their most feared enemy, Ezaar Veyrin. Alpha Ezaar was everything she had been warned about—dashing, devilish, and dangerously deranged. But to her, he wasn’t just a Devious Alpha. He was her fated mate, one she had rejected two years ago. Aware that she was nothing more than a pawn in his deadly power games, Evangeline desperately tried to flee before Ezaar could torture and kill her, just as her father had murdered his family. But as they spent time together, Evangeline realized he was more than the rumors claimed. He was oddly caring, sometimes sweet, and irresistibly intoxicating, causing her plans to escape his clutches to dwindle. Little did she know, the only escape was to get eternally entangled with him, surrender to his desires, and allow him to mark her as his mate. His only mate! --- Excerpt: “Why would I need a weapon when I can kill you with my bare hands?" Evangeline snarled, her fingers curling around the bloody bastard’s neck. But he only laughed, the sound deep and taunting, causing her to tighten her grip. Unfazed by her threat, Ezaar caught her wrist, his touch sending a wave of heat through her body. With a sly smirk, he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing her ear. "But my neck isn't the only enticing place where you can use them, sweetheart,” Ezaar murmured, his voice low and velvety. “Perhaps we can explore more suitable locations in my bedroom."
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