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This ain't a game, She hissed. Is that all Ondine thought this was? A game to win the alpha's affections? It disgusted her that she even had to compete with someone over him, let alone this half-blind wench. Where did she even come from, barging in and throwing her rear in all of the males' faces? Then wot t'fuck 're yew doin' then? Rubbin' yer stink all o'er 'im loike 'e's a piece o' land.

Kjalarr's words, again, struck her into silence. The woman stared quietly as the alpha snapped at them both: I belong to no one. Maude wanted to protest, to throw herself onto him and push the waterwitch away, claiming him for her own. But he wouldn't bow so easily, she knew that. She had wanted to be slow with him, to get through the winter and see how they spilled out, but Ondine ruined all that. She flicked a glare at Ondine once more then back to Kjalarr. This ain't a game, She whispered again. Did Kjalarr think she was the one playing?