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twined beneath th

l so good," Aiden growle

h!" Lyka cried out, her n

s groped her full breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as he buried himself

n Aiden

ar, and made his wolf jump. He turned his head just in tim

rough the forest, branches scratching against her fur while the wind rushed past her ears. She didn'

. Myra's bare skin prickled in the cold evening air. She curled into a tigh

retching across the horizon while the faint gl

lly drained to care. Her heart ached with a sharp, relentless pain, as though it was being pierc

mother died, sh

ong with her daughter who was nearly the same age as her. From that moment, Myra had stopped being a

e, watching from the sidelines as another gi

nto... the only thing that had

supposed to love her. C

be her life was about to change. She remembered his touch, the warmth of it, the way it awakened unf

t was fate. But fat

somehow, she becam

d only b

reaking as tears slid down her cheeks

ht. Maybe her life

efore it turned empty, almost lifeless as it

he muttered, her voice

n to creep into her skin, forcing her to move. Her body ached as she p

lf quickly before making sure she was fully covered. Only then did she step out from the trees and begin walking back toward th

er head down as she made her way

ster

d her. She froze befor

ith relief the moment he saw her, and without thinki

lvis

g her clothes. "Sister Lyka said you'd be gone

y, his expression sad, like

d gently, brushing his hair b

d, still lo

forcing a small smile, "I'll freshen up, a

d lifting instantly before he r

ment before lifting her gaze,

sharp and unyielding. Myra didn't answer imm

landed

, her expression bright and carefree, she showed the hicke

he said finally, her voice flat

ced, but she didn't wait

in my room," she adde

e walked off, her steps steady despi

yan exhaled and

e as obedient as L

y ki

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