Chapter: A Life FulfilledElowen's POV The sprawling meadow behind the packhouse was in full, glorious bloom, a vibrant, living canvas stretching to meet the horizon. It was a wild ocean of soft lavender swaying gently in the moonlit breeze, dotted with the sun-kissed faces of daisies and the delicate chime of tiny bellflowers. The night was warm, thick with the lingering heat of a long, sun-drenched day, now steeped in that golden hush that only came with the deepest hours of summer. Fireflies, tiny living jewels, danced in slow, mesmerizing spirals through the tall grass, their ephemeral glow flickering like whispered magic, mirroring the silent, ancient pulse of the earth. Above, the stars shimmered—endless, eternal, stretched across the indigo canvas of the sky like a blanket of scattered diamonds, each one a tiny world of light. It was one of those rare, perfect nights when everything felt exquisitely still—when the very air seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself was savoring the profound qui
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Chapter: Whispers in the Hall – Pack Reaction to Lyra’s PowerElowen's POV The next morning, the grand packhouse, usually a bastion of calm and order, buzzed like a disturbed hive. A palpable tremor of unease, mingled with a surging tide of fervent curiosity, rippled through the gathered members. The word had spread faster than wildfire, carried on the invisible currents of pack telepathy and hushed whispers. Some claimed to have caught the impossible golden light through the upper windows of the nursery, a beacon of otherworldly power. Others swore they had felt a subtle tremor in the very air—like a soft, resonant thunder without a storm, a deep hum that resonated in their bones. But one thing was certain, undeniable, and spoken of in hushed, awe-filled tones: the Luna’s daughter, barely three months old, had done something no newborn of their kind ever had. She had glowed. “Elowen?” Mira, the head omega, a woman of gentle wisdom and quiet authority, approached me cautiously in the bustling hallway. I was rocking Lyra in my arms, attempting
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Chapter: The Night Lyra GlowedElowen's POV It began as a deceptively peaceful evening, one that lulled the senses into a false sense of ordinary tranquility. The persistent rain of the afternoon had finally come and gone, leaving behind a crisp, clean scent of wet earth mingling with the sweet perfume of blooming petals from the rain-kissed gardens. The packhouse, usually a bustling hub of activity and conversation, was unusually quiet—almost too quiet, a hushed anticipation hanging in the air. The only sound breaking the serene stillness was the soft, contented cooing of Lyra from her cradle, nestled by the dancing flames of the nursery hearth. I had just stepped out of the nursery, intending to retrieve a fresh cup of chamomile tea, having asked one of the gentle omegas, Elara, to keep a watchful eye on Lyra while I was gone for mere minutes. Ranon, ever the diligent Alpha, was in the training yard, his powerful form likely cutting through the lingering dampness of the air. Alaric, the meticulous strategist,
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Chapter: Lyra – 3 Months Old: A House RebornElowen's POV The ancient stone manor had never felt more alive. It wasn't because of the increased number of formidable guards now stationed at every entrance, their presence a silent, unwavering promise of protection. It wasn't even because of the blooming gardens that had seemingly burst into vibrant, impossible life since Lyra’s birth, as if infused with a new, potent magic. No, the true transformation, the undeniable vibrancy that now hummed through every stone, every beam, every shadowed corridor of the packhouse, was the sound of laughter—deep, unfiltered, joyous peals that echoed from dawn till dusk. And it all, unequivocally, came from her. Lyra. She was three months old now, a miraculous miniature of our combined love. Her cheeks were soft and plump, dimpling with every giggle. Her lashes, impossibly long and dark, curled delicately over her luminous eyes. And her laugh… gods, her laugh… it was a pure, melodic sound that could halt even the fiercest Alpha mid-command, disa
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Chapter: A Quiet Night – Just Them and LyraElowen's POV The moon, a luminous disc of pearl, hung low in the velvet sky, casting long, ethereal silver shadows that danced and shifted across the bedroom walls. The only sound in the vast, quiet room was the soft, comforting crackle of the hearth fire, its flames a warm, flickering counterpoint to the cool moonlight. That, and the gentle, impossibly soft breaths of our daughter, a tiny symphony of new life. Lyra lay nestled in a small, exquisitely carved cradle beside our grand bed, a delicate masterpiece of dark wood and soft, organic cotton. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, a perfect rhythm that seemed to orchestrate the entire room. Her little fingers, miniature and perfect, twitched in her sleep, curled instinctively around the edge of a pale blanket, hand-stitched with intricate patterns of golden thread that shimmered faintly in the dim light. I sat propped against the headboard, my legs curled to one side, tucked comfortably beneath me. My soft, w
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Chapter: The Pack Meets LyraElowen's POV The morning sun, a benevolent cascade of light, poured through the towering stained-glass windows of the Great Hall, painting the ancient stone floor in a breathtaking mosaic of vibrant colors—shards of ruby red, sapphire blue, and molten gold. The grand hearth, at the far end of the hall, blazed with a comforting roar, casting a warm, flickering glow across the vast room as the pack gathered in hushed, expectant waves. Whispers, soft as the rustle of autumn leaves, filled the air. A palpable sense of anticipation hummed beneath the surface, mingling with quiet joy and respectful curiosity. But overriding it all was an undeniable current of reverence, a deep, shared acknowledgment of the sacred moment unfolding. At the very center of the hall, bathed in a pool of multi-colored light, I sat on a raised platform, meticulously cushioned with layers of opulent silks and soft, inviting furs. My body still ached, a deep, persistent throb from the monumental effort of labor,
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Chapter: Your chaos, my calm.Cassidy’s POV The road dipped and straightened, trees swallowing the stars one by one until the sky narrowed back into strips of darkness between branches, like a curtain slowly drawing closed on a performance we weren't ready to end. The car's interior filled with a softer quiet now—comfortable, settled—like we’d said all the important things under that vast sky and didn’t need to fill the space just to prove something. The engine's hum was a gentle underscore, blending with the occasional whoosh of wind through the still-cracked window, carrying faint hints of pine and earth that clung to us like souvenirs from our escape.Dante reached over at a red light—the first we'd seen in miles, a stark reminder that the city was creeping back—his fingers finding mine without looking, as if drawn by some invisible thread. He didn’t squeeze hard. Just rested there, warm and present, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of my hand, a silent check-in that said more than words could. Stead
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Chapter: You don’t listen very wellCassidy's POV “Forget what?” he asked, voice calm and inviting, not pulling his eyes from the road but tilting his head slightly toward me, showing he was fully present. “That I’m allowed to just… exist,” I admitted, my voice dropping a notch as vulnerability crept in. “Not perform for professors or friends, not be the 'useful' one who's always got it together. Not prove anything to anyone, including myself. Just be—breathe, feel, without justifying it. The city makes me feel like I have to earn every second.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly—not in tension, but intention, like my words had struck a chord deep within him. He was quiet for a moment, processing, then spoke firmly, his tone laced with quiet conviction. “You’re allowed to exist exactly as you are, Cass. Hell, you deserve it. You don’t owe the world productivity to justify taking up space. That's a lie we all get sold—work harder, achieve more, or you're nothing. But out here? Look around. The trees
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Chapter: This is perfect.Cassidy’s POV “That’s the point,” he said, his tone warm. “You’ve had enough structure today—classes, texts, all that noise. This is about letting go. Breathing without an agenda.” The road responded to his words like it understood the assignment, loosening its grip on the city inch by inch, block by block, until the concrete skyline thinned into shadows and then into nothing at all. The towering buildings that had loomed like silent sentinels gave way to sparser suburbs, their manicured lawns glistening under the moonlight, front porches lit by soft yellow bulbs where the occasional late-night smoker puffed clouds into the air. Traffic lights disappeared one by one, their red-amber-green cycles replaced by unbroken stretches of highway. Billboards faded from view—those garish ads for fast food and lawyers promising justice—yielding to dense clusters of trees that lined the roadside like ancient guardians. The air itself felt different—cleaner, cooler, heavier with the scent o
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Chapter: You’re such a dad sometimes.Cassidy’s POVThe elevator ride down felt different than it usually did—less like a descent back into reality and more like a quiet transition, a soft breath between moments. The mirrored walls reflected us back at ourselves: me in his oversized hoodie, hair still slightly damp from the shower, cheeks flushed from the warmth we'd shared; him in casual jeans and a fitted black tee that hugged his broad shoulders, one arm casually draped around me. Dante stood close, one hand resting at my lower back, his thumb tracing lazy, absent-minded circles through the thin fabric, sending subtle tingles up my spine. It was a touch that spoke volumes—protective, intimate, a silent reminder that even in the mundane, we were connected. I leaned into him without thinking, my body already attuned to his gravity, to the way he anchored me without ever needing to announce it. The soft hum of the elevator filled the space, punctuated only by our steady breaths, syncing in that effortless way they always
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Chapter: Turn around, love. Let me take care of you.Cassidy’s POVI lay there for a long moment, my cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as it slowed beneath my ear. It was grounding in a way nothing else ever had been—solid, present, unignorable, like the beat of a drum calling me back to earth after the whirlwind of pleasure we'd shared. Dante’s hand moved through my hair in slow, unhurried strokes, the kind meant to soothe rather than stir, his thumb occasionally brushing my temple as if checking that I was still here with him, still real in this cocoon of warmth we'd created.The penthouse felt different now, transformed by our intimacy. Quieter, warmer, less like a fortress of glass and steel and more like a place that had finally been claimed by breath and laughter and the small, human mess of living. My things were scattered here and there—books stacked crookedly on the console table by the window, their spines worn from late-night reads; a mug I always forgot in the sink, its rim stained with
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Chapter: You’re staring.Cassidy's POV “Don’t hold back, Dante. I need to feel you— all of you.”A low growl rumbled from his throat, primal and possessive, as he shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a careless heap of fine wool. He yanked his tie loose with one hand, tossing it aside like an afterthought, his shirt following in a swift motion that left him bare from the waist up. God, he was magnificent—sculpted like a statue brought to life, broad shoulders tapering to a defined torso dusted with a fine trail of dark hair that arrowed down toward the waistband of his slacks. I traced it with my fingertips, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, the rapid rise and fall of his breaths under my touch, the subtle flex of muscles honed from years of discipline and power. “You’re staring,” he teased, a wicked smile curving his lips as he captured my hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss my palm, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of my skin. “Like what you see, love?” “Always,
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Contract Marriage To The Alpha King
Ava Sinclair is drowning in debt, desperate to save her critically ill twin brother. With nowhere else to turn, she seeks help from Damian Blackwood—her ruthless, emotionless CEO. But Damian has problems of his own. As an Alpha who despises women, he’s being pressured by his powerful grandmother to marry within a week. Furious, he vows to marry on his terms.
A drunken call mistakenly connects him to Ava, where he demands she find him a woman. She misunderstands, insults him, and calls him a pervert. The next day, Damian summons her, revealing he knows about her financial struggles. He offers her a deal—marry him in exchange for clearing all her debts. Ava agrees but sets strict conditions: no touching, no mistresses in their home, and no breaking the contract.
Damian smirks, thinking it will be an easy arrangement—until his wolf stirs at her presence. Despite his hatred for Omegas, his possessiveness grows. His wolf whispers, She is ours. Mark her. But Damian refuses to accept it. His past—his mother’s betrayal—fuels his loathing for the mate bond.
Yet, Ava fights back against his dominance, defying him at every turn. Tension simmers, jealousy flares, and his control begins to shatter. When a rival Alpha targets Ava, Damian is forced into battle—not just against his enemies, but himself. In a moment of desperation, his wolf takes over. He realizes too late—Ava is his mate.
But she’s gone. Kidnapped. Enraged, Damian unleashes his fury, tearing through his enemies. When he finally gets her back, she is broken, unwilling to trust him.
For the first time, Damian Blackwood begs. "Give me one chance, Ava."
But she won’t be caged. Now, he must fight—not as an Alpha, but as a man in love.
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Chapter: Crown bleeds... variables rewrite... hunger learns!Alexander’s POVDawn crept over Raven University like a thief testing locks in the pre-light gloom—hesitant fingers of fog curling possessive around the jagged gothic spires and mist-shrouded training fields, reluctant ghosts unwilling to yield to day. No triumphant golden sunrise shattered the veil; the sky hung bruised and low, heavy clouds roiling in lazy counter-currents that mirrored the fractured, inverted heavens of the Veiled Reach—purples bleeding into sullen indigos, edges crackling with suppressed lightning. Thunder grumbled like a beast's distant belly-rumble, a low bass vibration thrumming through the flagstone quad, syncing perfectly with the academy’s wards: their glow now a mesmerizing harmonious blend of violet-storm azure, attuned fully to our diad's resonance, pulsing like the heartbeat of some colossal, awakened entity. The air tasted electric and alive—ozone sharp and metallic on the tongue, undercut by the rich, loamy damp of fog-kissed earth and the faint, acri
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Chapter: We won’t need forever.Alexander’s POV Sleep was impossible—not because fear clawed at the edges of my mind (fear would have been a mercy, something sharp and definable to fight), but because the world itself refused to power down into the quiet vulnerability of rest. The academy, usually a symphony of subtle night-sounds—creaking timbers settling like old bones, distant owl-hoots from the enchanted aviary, the soft hush of wards cycling through their nocturnal patrols—held a different rhythm tonight. It didn’t dim its protective glow the way it normally did after curfew, when moonlight filtered through arched windows to paint silver filigree on stone floors. Instead, the wards thrummed at a low, vigilant azure pulse, bathing our private suite in the sanctum wing with an ethereal light that cast long, watchful shadows. Like a colossal beast resting with one eye cracked open, nostrils flaring at every whisper of wind.So did we.Elara sat cross-legged on the edge of the massive four-poster bed—its ebony fr
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Chapter: we decide the outcome.Alexander’s POV The night didn’t settle after that. It hovered. The warded suite breathed around us, walls etched with adaptive runes that shifted color in response to our combined presence—storm-silver threading through witchfire gold, pulsing like a shared heartbeat. The academy was listening. Adjusting. Learning, just like the Reach had. Elara didn’t let go of my hands. Not when the healers finished their scans from outside the wards. Not when Damian’s voice came through the scry-line, low and controlled, issuing orders to triple perimeter patrols and lock down veil-sensitive corridors. Not even when exhaustion finally crept into her shoulders, tension loosening one careful notch at a time. She stayed anchored to me, as if the moment she released her grip I might dissolve back into absence. I understood the instinct far too well. “You should rest,” I said softly, brushing my thumb over the faint scorch mark along her wrist—a residue of ward-break magic. “You burned yours
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Chapter: They were insulting.Alexander’s POV The return should have hurt more. Every other crossing I’d ever survived—rift tears, forced jumps, emergency veils—had come with a cost: nausea, bone-deep ache, the sense that parts of me had been left behind and would never quite fit back into place. This time, the gate released me gently, like a tide receding after it decided I was no longer worth drowning. That alone unsettled me. The dais beneath my boots was warm, faintly thrumming, the academy’s wards rushing to recognize and re-anchor me. The air tasted cleaner here—stone and incense and living bodies instead of iron and ozone—but my senses were still stretched too wide, storm-static crackling along my nerves. Damian’s hand gripped my shoulder, solid, grounding. “Easy,” he said under his breath. “You’re still half in the Reach.” “I know.” My voice sounded rough, scraped raw by wind that didn’t carry sound. “Just… give me a second.” Caelum didn’t move to help. He never did when help would dull data. His ga
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Chapter: “Child of skies... claim or shatter...” Alexander’s POV The Veiled Reach — Trial of the StormbornThe transition through the gate wasn’t a door slamming shut behind me—it was a world exhaling, pushing me out into its lungs with indifferent force. One heartbeat, I stood on the dais with Damian’s grip lingering like a ghost on my forearm, Caelum’s sharp eyes cataloging my final steady breath. The next, nothingness—a void that stripped away sound, scent, even the pull of gravity, leaving only the raw thrum of my own storm magic coiling tight in my chest like a spring wound to breaking.Then—impact.Cold wind hit first, a howling gale that tasted of iron and ozone, whipping my coat around me like tattered wings. It clawed at my skin, seeking purchase, but my power answered instinctively: threads of lightning arcing from my fingertips, grounding the assault, turning the wind’s fury into a charged hum that vibrated through my bones. I landed hard on cracked stone, knees flexing to absorb the jolt, the limiter band on my wrist g
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Chapter: classified by people who died badly.Alexander’s POV The academy changed the farther we went.Not abruptly. Not dramatically. It shed familiarity the way a living thing shed skin—layer by layer, corridor by corridor—until the warmth of shared spaces and student wards thinned into something colder, older, and far less forgiving.These halls weren’t meant for comfort.They were meant for transit.For containment.For things that were never supposed to linger.Our footsteps echoed differently here. The stone absorbed sound instead of reflecting it, swallowing noise as if secrecy itself had been built into the foundations. The sigils etched along the walls weren’t decorative or instructional; they were functional, blunt, and old. Some I recognized. Others twisted away from comprehension, glyphs warped by pre-Collapse logic that didn’t care whether the modern world understood them.Damian walked ahead now.Not because he needed to lead—but because these passages recognized him. Doors didn’t open so much as stand aside. Wards
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Chapter: You’re insatiable.Amara's POV The dawn broke softly over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of rose and gold, the light filtering through the dense canopy of pines surrounding the lake. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-soaked moss and the lingering musk of last night’s intimacy. I stirred slowly, my body deliciously sore, every muscle reminding me of the triplets’ fervent touches, their whispered vows, the way they’d reclaimed me under the moon’s watchful gaze. Wrapped in their warmth, I felt like a treasure guarded by three wolves, their bodies a fortress of muscle and devotion.Jaxon was the first to move, his arm tightening around my waist as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the crown of my head. His dark hair was tousled, falling into his eyes, which gleamed with a lazy satisfaction as he caught my gaze. “Morning, Luna,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, a slow, wicked smile curving his lips. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly loved.”I flushed, the heat creeping up my neck as memo
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Chapter: Suck me harder, love—just like that.Amara's POV “Yes,” I breathed, no longer able to keep the pleading tremor from my voice. “I want to feel alive. I want to be yours.” He slid into me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely, his girth hitting spots Ryder hadn't, making me moan loudly. "Gods, you're dripping with him," he groaned, starting a rhythm that was faster, more playful than Ryder's—teasing pulls nearly all the way out, then deep pushes that slammed home, his balls slapping against my clit with each impact. One hand reached around to rub my swollen bud, circling in time with his thrusts, fingers slick with our combined juices. Caden knelt in front of me on the bed, his cock level with my mouth, thick and veined, the head flushed and leaking. "Open for me, Amara," he commanded softly, his eyes burning with desire. "Let me feel that pretty mouth while Jaxon fucks you." He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding but not forcing. I obeyed eagerly, taking him in, tongue swirling around the head, savor
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Chapter: So wet for us already.Amara's POV The triplets worshipped, healed, and reclaimed me with every touch: gentle as a promise, fierce as an oath. Slowly, methodically, their hands worked down my body, removing every barrier between us. Ryder hooked his fingers into my panties, sliding them down my legs with reverent care, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me, bare and wanting. "Look at you," he breathed, voice hoarse. "So wet for us already. So ready." He tossed the fabric aside, where it landed on the floor with a soft thud, forgotten.Jaxon leaned down, his mouth replacing Caden's hands on my breasts. He took one nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking in rhythm with Ryder's fingers. "Tell me how that feels," he demanded softly, pulling back to blow cool air over the wet peak, making me arch and cry out, my back leaving the mattress."Amazing," I panted, my hands fisting in his hair. "More... please, Jaxon." The bed dipped as he adjusted, his body pressing
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Chapter: Please—don't ever stop.Amara's POV Three pairs of hands mapped my body—tentative at first, as if afraid I might shatter under their touch. Ryder's fingers skimmed my arms, tracing the faint bruises left by Eli's grip, his touch feather-light, almost reverent. Jaxon knelt beside me on the bed, his palms sliding up my sides, bunching the fabric of my torn dress as he went, his breath hot against my skin. Caden, ever the steady one, positioned himself behind me, his large hands settling on my hips, pulling me gently against him so I could feel the solid wall of his chest through his shirt."Amara," Ryder whispered, his voice rough with emotion, eyes locking onto mine. They were storm-dark, filled with a mix of fury and tenderness that made my stomach flutter. "We almost lost you tonight. I can't... I won't let that happen again." His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear I hadn't realized had fallen, the firelight reflecting in his gaze like embers.I leaned into his touch, my own hands reach
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Chapter: Do you want us closer?Amara's POV Ryder’s steady heartbeat drummed beneath my ear—a slow, thunderous echo anchoring me to the earth, to this moment, to them. Each breath I drew grew deeper, the splinters of panic slowly easing, replaced by the solid warmth of the three bodies pressed around me. Night’s chill was relentless, gnawing at my bare skin, but between their muscled limbs, I was cradled in living heat.The triplets surrounded me in a loose circle, their nearness careful, reverent—a silent question on each of their faces: Are you sure? Do you want us closer? They shifted just enough to shelter, but not to smother. Even after tonight—*especially* after tonight—they made it clear that my consent was the only law in this circle.I lay still, letting the soundscape of the forest—crickets, the distant coughing bark of some far-off animal, the soft lap of water at the lake’s edge—bathe away the harsh remnants of Eli’s hands and words. The memory lingered: the brutality, the violation, the way my wolf sna
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Chapter: “You left me, Eli! You broke me! And now—”Amara’s POVThe lake shimmered beneath the moon, a black mirror strewn with silver, every gentle ripple catching the light and throwing it softly across the midnight hush. A chill breeze stirred the branches overhead, leaves whispering secrets to the water. The air, crisp and damp, tasted like promise and melancholy. I knelt at the edge, dipping my fingers into the glassy surface, feeling the cold bite clear through me—a shock to cut through the restlessness clawing at my soul.I’d tried to busy myself all evening: wandered the gardens, idled in rooms I never used, listened to clocks tick in distant halls. But it was useless. With the triplets gone to the pack's emergency council, this place—the grand mansion, the forest, even the moon itself—felt empty, too quiet, too vast. The bond, our bond, pulled tight and hot, coiling inside me like a live wire. It hurt, this waiting. It hollowed me, made me ache in places I hadn’t known existed until I met them.I sighed and hugged my knees to
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