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The Wrath of Isabelle
Cassius's POV "Jemma!" I called out to my fleeing mate. I stood to run after her, only to have my mother instantly in front of me with a hand on my chest. "Mother, move. I have to go after Jemma." She growled at me. "I will go talk to your mate. I have a feeling you are the reason she is upset." I narrowed my eyes at her, but she returned my look with one that told me arguing was futile. I may be king, but I knew better than to argue with my mother. Still, I had to try. "Mother," I growled, only to have her slap my face. "Growl at me one more time, Cassius Alexander, and you'll get more than a slap." She glared at me. "Now, sit and finish your breakfast." She turned and walked away from me. My fists balled up from frustration. I ignored the silence from the patrons in the room. Witho
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