Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Beautiful Garden

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Queen Amira – The pain I felt from Malcolm slashing my throat didn't hit me right away. The fall was more painful for me at first as my body had made a loud thud on the tiled floor in front of my throne. All these years, Malcolm partially starved me to try and break my spirit, causing my entire weakened body to tremble with pain. My powers will never be surrendered to Malcolm; I will not be broken by his cruelty. In order to accomplish this, he would need to mate with me and mark me. The thought of him touching my body would make me want to die. Why Malcolm hasn't taken me forcibly is that I must consent with my whole heart and soul to give him my power. As far as I am concerned, Malcolm will never be the other half of my heart and soul. There was a part of me that wanted to die, as

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