Chapter Forty-Seven

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Anaya's POV “Should I stand and watch my maid die because of your mate’s thirst for stupid retaliation?” I closed the gap that remained between us as I looked into his eyes threateningly. Caspian was taken aback at my boldness. “Olivia will not be whipped or locked up.” He said as he took his eyes off me to look at everywhere in the room, no one in particular. Greg took a few steps backwards. “Is that your so-called fair judgment? How do you expect the maids and your pack members to react to this?” He asked. Caspian’s shoulder slumped carefully. “It is a fair judgment. The victims in question are just ordinary maids. Can their lives be compared to that of Princess Olivia who will become a Luna soon?” He asked. I scoffed. “Can the lives of ordinary maids be compared to the life of a pr

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