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Alpha's Substitute Luna

Chapter 8 Mysterious Man

Word Count: 1165    |    Released on: 02/08/2024

omantic allure of the folk tale. It seemed to stir a deep sense of yearning within me every time

ould it be that a part of me wished for him to be my destined mate? Despite the impossibility, as he existed solely w

skin, accompanied by his deep inhalations of my scent, elicited a flush of warmth along my skin. His husky voic

k, earlobes, and jawline, before venturing further

d my back towards him, seeking to offer myself completely. His fervent embrace of one breast, coupled with his gentle care

ad been experiencing with each tantalizing touch. In that moment, a mix of fear and astonishment filled my

head once more towards the crevice between my breasts, his tongue

d me the prior night and innumerable times before, I discerned the flush on my cheeks and sensed the irregul

the bell rang, prompting every shifter to leap f

d sway over the entire world. Keeping my gaze fixed ahead, I remained seated, anticipating his

ith force. The impact against the sturdy oak surface indicated I would bear another angry mark and bruise, a common aftermath of such e

Summoning my courage, I met his gaze head-on. "Aadita, Aadita," he repeated my n

esponded with a wry smile curving my lips. "Tho

inst the desk. Choosing to remain silent and composed, I shut my e

ed a plan, and all have agreed it will be

rmured the details of the impending torment I was to endure at

ation could not descend furth

arted. With a dismissive release, he had left in disgust, walking away without a wo

assroom and sprinting down the corridor towards the exits. Not towards

sided over this nightmarish setting. This singular impulse urged me forward, propelling me until I stumbl

as I beheld a surprising sight – it was not Andrew pursuing me, but the man from my dreams. His e

my recent clash with Andrew, his eyes darkened with a mix of emotions

blance to the figure in my dreams, his dark hair pulled back into a bun, accentuated by a sleek goatee. Though this version

ar sensation – the urgent need to distance myself from this encounter. As he prepared

to utter, my voice strained with a mix o

security guards at the school. However, in that moment, my mind was unable to p

of the dreams featuring him or the stunning revelation of his exist

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