The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1763

Andrew’s anger flared up.

He wrenched his hand free and seized me by the throat, his voice low and threatening.

“I’m warning you, if you touch Debra, I won’t let you off the hook!”

I let out a scornful laugh, choosing to remain silent.

After all, I was the daughter of the clan leader.

Who would dare lay a finger on me? Debra was nothing more than a lowly mixed-blood witch.

I could end her life whenever I pleased.

Andrew tightened his grip on my throat and hissed, “Open the door now, or I’ll kill you myself.

Your mother won’t be able to save you!”

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With a sneer, I retorted defiantly, “I’d like to see you try.

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Shirley’s POV:

Hearing my words, Andrew grew angrier.

He balled his fists and tightened his grip around my neck.

I struggled to breathe; each breath was a battle.

My chest felt tight, but I was not afraid at all.

In contrast to Andrew’s rage, I felt oddly calm.

I even managed a taunting smile and said with a hint of sarcasm, “Andrew… Do you truly have the guts to kill me?”

My voice was hoarse and strained from the effort of breathing, but I still forced myself to speak.

I was certain that Andrew prioritized the interests of the witch clan above all.

He wouldn’t compromise the clan’s unity and stability over a romantic entanglement.

Regardless of my actions towards him, he wouldn’t dare to kill me or inflict serious harm.

Perhaps my challenging words and manner further enraged him, as he continued to tighten his grip.

I found myself unable to breathe.

The lack of oxygen was nearly unbearable, making my chest feel as if it would burst.

I wanted to tell Andrew to release me, but suffocation was near, and I couldn’t utter a single word.

All I could do was slap Andrew’s arm in anger and look at him with both grievance and fear, hoping he would understand and let go.

But Andrew kept his grip.

The lack of air was becoming unbearable.

Darkness clouded my vision, and my awareness began to fade.

Just as I started to believe Andrew might actually kill me, he suddenly released his grip.

It felt like a fish revived by water; I gasped for fresh air, and the rapid breathing caused me to cough.

The pain in my chest was intense, and my legs were too weak to hold me up.

I leaned against the bookshelf and collapsed to the floor.

Even though I couldn’t see myself, I imagined how embarrassing I must look.

At that moment, Andrew glared at me with his red eyes and said coldly, “You’d better open the door now, or I will kill you.

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Andrew had lost his usual calm and gentleness.

He looked like an enraged beast as he stared at me.