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Connor’s POV I languidly tilt my head and easily catch the flying plate with my right hand. I sigh. Seriously? I have no time for this. I lazily turn on my back and face Kristine who is acting in whole rage. “What?” I shoot my brow up. Her chest is rising up and down and her eyes are glaring at me. I casually place the plate back on the center glass table and stand in front of her. She bites her quivering lips and her dagger-looking eye started to water. We are here in our living room. I told the Omegas earlier to not let anyone go in aside from Kelsie because I am working on my next meeting. But here she is, welcoming herself. “Why are you refusing to be my partner? Is this because of Kelsie?” she asked in an angry voice. “Yes,” I coldly answered. I place my hands inside my
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