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... glass echoed through the room as Cain threw yet another tumbler against the wall. He paced around angrily, his hands clenched into tight fists.
This couldn't be happening to him.
A mate?
He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots. It didn't make sense. He had spent years without one, building and avoiding this only for it to crumble in one second. And now, a nineteen-year-old girl? This is a fucking barbaric joke!
"Fuck!" Cain snarled, slamming his palm ...
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