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Royal disaster
Penelope's pov Last night was terrible. I don't mean the basic version of terrible. I mean, near neath painful. I felt..... betrayed isn't a nicer version of violated. And using the word violated puts ears where it shouldn't be. What did he do that was so horrible? That felt like I was back at my old pack? The king forced me to talk to him, he wanted every detail of what happened to me at the wild coyote pack. Of course I refused as first. My trauma, my choice. I winced, placing a hand to the back of my nape. The injury had healed but I will never forget the way he tipped his eyebrows up, and decided to break into my mind instead to get his answer. That was even the worst part. I wish he'd just cracked through my mental barriers, and smacked me at the back of the neck. But it got wo
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