Chapter 120 The Bitter End of Heat

POV Therak:

The smell of crushed moonflower with St. John's Wort fills my nostrils, leaving me nauseous and sad. Deeply sad.

"Drink it all." Felicia says, handing the glass goblet with the light-green liquid to Una.

"This... will stop me from having pups?" The beautiful female stares at me,...

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