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THE DENIAL

Author: Propeller
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-11 09:05:48

Kieran's POV

I hit the punching bag so hard it flew off its chain.

The gym was meant to help. Exercise was supposed to clear my head. But nothing worked anymore. Nothing made the pain in my chest go away.

It had been three days since Aisla's powers woke. Three days since I'd felt her in my mind, heard her thoughts mixing with mine. Three days since everything I'd planned for my future got destroyed.

I was supposed to mate with Elaria. I was supposed to follow tradition. I was supposed to be the
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