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his arm, a sly smile

rom the lunar shift.

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o their demands, but Juliet's lip qui

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r, his eyes fixed

he chose for you.

nar mantle at

reeks of you

s gown was tailored for her. "You even stole my

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eld this to to

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ught you'd be

growl, convinced I p

tions wither

hen his ears only

himper spli

the gown. I might never

round her, his alpha

wear it this afternoon. You'll have endles

burns in my pocket-nin

ng, "Apologize to Juliet now, an

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