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77. Unbound

Penulis: Lady Persephone
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Loriah’s PoV

Sister Nora had me bathe in aromatic oils before painting ancient runes across my skin — on my arms, shoulders, and forehead. The scent of herbs and sandalwood filled the air, soothing and sacred. Still, my mind was a storm of thoughts.

I could feel my father’s gaze on me even before I left the room earlier. He wanted to speak to me — I could sense it — but fear held him back. Maybe he was afraid I’d reject him.

When I passed through the living room, my mother was with him. She sat close, their bodies touching, her hand resting over his heart. She filled his space so naturally — with tenderness and certainty.

Draco and I were like that, too. Little by little, he had dismantled all my walls, replacing my doubts with something unshakable — love.

Earlier, Leon mentioned that Marla’s lawyer had contacted him, demanding a larger settlement. Draco didn’t hesitate; he agreed, even though it meant giving her more shares. He only said one thing afterward — that every pen
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Lady Persephone
I will update more often. Thanks for reading.
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Maricar
...... love this more chapter pls
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Derena Marie
does this have a regular update schedule?
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    Magnus’s POV I spent the night with Layla at Draco’s place. Even now, it still felt unreal — my daughter was alive. The pride swelling in my chest was almost too much to contain, shared by the steady hum of my wolf beneath my skin. Layla was in the kitchen, humming softly as she flipped pancakes for our daughter. The scent of warm batter and honey filled the air. Watching her like that — lighthearted and radiant — made my heart ache with love. It had been far too long since I’d seen her truly happy. “These pancakes are so good,” Loriah said between bites, covering her mouth mid-chew. Layla laughed softly, eyes shining with maternal pride. My chest tightened — the sight of them together filled every space I hadn’t realized was still hollow. But then, guilt crept in — cold and sharp. Memories of how I’d treated her the last time we met resurfaced like a wound reopening. “Loriah,” I began carefully, setting down my cup. “About our last encounter…” “It’s okay, Alpha Magnus,”

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    Loriah’s PoV Sister Nora had me bathe in aromatic oils before painting ancient runes across my skin — on my arms, shoulders, and forehead. The scent of herbs and sandalwood filled the air, soothing and sacred. Still, my mind was a storm of thoughts. I could feel my father’s gaze on me even before I left the room earlier. He wanted to speak to me — I could sense it — but fear held him back. Maybe he was afraid I’d reject him. When I passed through the living room, my mother was with him. She sat close, their bodies touching, her hand resting over his heart. She filled his space so naturally — with tenderness and certainty. Draco and I were like that, too. Little by little, he had dismantled all my walls, replacing my doubts with something unshakable — love. Earlier, Leon mentioned that Marla’s lawyer had contacted him, demanding a larger settlement. Draco didn’t hesitate; he agreed, even though it meant giving her more shares. He only said one thing afterward — that every pen

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