The White Wolf's Pregnant Mate, Marked For A Second Chance

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The Crimson Moon castle was not a home; it was a fortress of gothic ambition. Carved from the dark stone of the mountain itself, its towers pierced the clouds like jagged teeth. As Kaelan's car swept through the iron gates, I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the altitude. This place was steeped in old power and older secrets.