Kendrick’s POV
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“Why Goddess!” I yell , or better said I blabber looking at the amber color of my whiskey.
“Why her?” and I pour the glass over my throat. “From all the possible mates in this world you gave me the most horrible one!”
And I place the glass on the bar and leave my office, pissed off, half drunk and with one clear plan in my drunken mind.
I will reject her. I said it! I will let her go and live my life. I am sick of her tantrums!
“You will do nothing!” Hades growls at me.
“I will!” I say , but I feel dizzy and stop in my tracks.
I will do it tomorrow…but I will. I am sick of fighting with her. Never in my life have I got drunk. I drank three bottles of alcohol and I am still walking only because I am a werewolf, otherwise I would be in a coma.
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