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mbed to her wish. They had agreed that the mating ceremony would be

to be with her mate. Even Imogen had not

so happy".

mated to Damian. The elders finally gave in

mile, "Really? I am s

you. I had already sent him a message. He said he would be there tonight f

I rem

e some free tim

ld we go to? T

acks, "How do you know

a high-pitched voice to mimic Lyra, "perfect handsome romantic partner?" Imogen said,

s she blushed furiously, "Imogen!" Sh

with him and I wanted you to give him the c

et still loved her so much. "You are the only one that understan

sed herself.

g to be the perfec

like me". She said, a slight frow

once they know I made you Luna

so". Imoge

a smirked mischievously a

ther that ended up with

flowers on her brown locks. Karen had given her the dress alongside with a set of matching diamond jew

Alfred had refused to attend the ceremony, and it hurt her, but she quickly forgot

dark suit, and she felt

tar, and Damian took Lyra's hands in his

your protector, your confidant, and your partner in life,

he beginning of the mating ceremony. The true mating ceremony is when she becomes officially

he ceremony, but Damian had to go back to his

she slept before they got to his house. When she woke up, she was on a large bed, still in her dress. She took the r

d possibl

eone on the phone, so she stood up and went into the bathroom. After taking

u talking to

of your b

tone, "Damian? Are you okay? D

king". He shouted, flinging

ed close to her, a mad gleam in his eyes. She was sure she had seen that ex

e thought he was. The

n king. Welcome to my humble abode. Hell

t she found the door locked. She stood stilled w

tarted. Remember you are my mate". He said, pulling her away

". She said in utt

a spat, trying to kee

an said, his smile dripping with malice. "You were so e

too strong. "Please, stop," Lyra be

ed. "We're just gett

werewolf king pierced a knife through

e was met with the sight of Imogen's concerned face. She hadn't expected her adopted sister to arr

ispered, her voic

ra's injuries. "Oh, Lyra," she whispered, her voi

aid clean her up, and Lyra winced as they tended to her wounds. As she slipped into unc

hand and stroking her hair. Lyra felt a surge of gratitude towards her sister.

her voice still weak. "I

with love. "I know, Lyra. We'll figure

f wash over her. The anesthesia was t

ned face. But as she listened more closely, she realized that Imogen was spea

ving a laughing hilt to it. "But she's still

sure she suffers. She thought she could