Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 105

Amaria POV

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14 years ago.

“Where have you been?” deacon stared me down from the den as 1 entered our house.

“Looking after the crop with the Hokks, you should have been there,” I gave him the cold–hearted tone he carried with the rest of the world.

ur attention,”

He stood up from his chair in a huff. “I’ve been waiting, you are, my wife after all don’t I get some of your

“What to shower you with affection? To dote upon my almighty husband? You who don’t tend to your people, you who spit on our magic blood, you who taunt and spite our son!” I spat at him.

He wanted me to fall at his feet every hour of the day and give him all my love for his greed and his deluded might. He wanted me to aid him in his effort to get more and more power and to forget everyone and everything else including the child I carried and bore for him.

“You are my wife, Amaria!” He grabbed my arms. “You should do what I ask!,” He growled.

I pushed him off of me. “You think I don’t know what’s going on? You think I don’t know what you’ve been up to,” I straightened my spine and folded my arms over myself. “You want me to sit here and be proud that you’re stealing money from the pack, and investing it for more money that you’re putting in offshore accounts for yourself!” I hissed.

shock and then anger rose over him. “You’ve gone into my accounts? You’ve been spying on me?” He stomped towards me and pushed over a chair to keep him from

that,” I scoffed at him grabbing the velvet box tossing it at him, and hitting him square in the

to yo

out of a sea of Alphas and you sit here judging me all hours of the day! When I have worked to

of the haze of your materialism,” I shouted at him, how

of

a man world, why do you dote on him left and right, you karlasbe anything the way you treat him,

thing you’ll ever do,” I stepped back and grabbed the

take in,” Heked at me like a

and I’ll go to the authorities held on tightly to the

Chapter 105

extended my claws.

goddess Grayson was with Arron

across the face making me drop the iron then dragged his claws into my back. I howled and rolled over taking his legs out from

“You go with me or he does,” He snarled and I punched his mouth and blood came from his lip. He punched me in the stomach and rolled on top of me pinning my arms

you’ll do as I say.” He spat at me,

my bones and I launched him off of me and fell right into the fireplace, the flames licked and

the shelf where I’d hidden the gun. The gun with silver bullets. I pointed it at him and when he finally made his way out of

heat.