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The Queen Alpha and her mate

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"so, Are you going to kill me now? go on , avenge those you loved" I stared at him emotionlessly , I had long made my mind up , this useless trick he was trying to play was absolutely useless, I don't care what others think, I'm going to end him now.., I gripped my Katana angrily, he chuckled amused , but I could sense the slight fear in his voice "so, are you going to do it? are you going to kill the one who caused you so much pain" he laughed to himself "your very own creator?" "you didn't create me.." I responded coldly but he simply adjusted his glasses "believe it or not, I did and I could destroy you where you stand.." now it was my turn to chuckle humourlessly , my eyes glowing an angry red .. "we'll see about that.." then everything went black..

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