45. Fix Your Hair First
The clock continued ticking, but Alpha King Maxxwell stood still. His breathing was labored while his hand rested on my shoulder—trembling.Damn. He was fighting for control. That was not what I wanted. I wanted him to lose his con—nothing else. My neck was already straining, and I started feeling the pain, but I managed to stay calm and act sweetly. "What's the matter, Your Majesty? I am waiting.""This is not supposed to happen," he said in disbelief. He mumbled to himself, and I could not decipher what he was saying anymore. My heart sank when he retreated, putting a safe distance between us, took off his shirt, left his undershirt, and threw it in my direction without looking at me. "Wear that, River. I don't want any males seeing you in that state."I glanced at it momentarily and fisted on the clothes as I looked at him with disbelief. The cold never bothers me anymore. "Tell me what's wrong, Your Majesty. I can fix it for you."I did not have bad breath. So why? Perhaps
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