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60. The Dark King’s Territory

ผู้เขียน: KATHLEEN HAYAT
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The thick, heavy air inside the iron outpost cage slowly began to cool, though the scent of their intense, wild union still hung heavily over the scattered straw. The roaring fire in the stone hearth had settled into a steady, crackling glow, throwing long, deep orange shadows against the timber walls. Dominic was the first to move. The huge black wolf stood up, his massive paws rustling through the crushed stalks, his glowing amber eyes never losing their sharp, possessive focus.

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I mean, I hope she makes mistakes like these more often. I think she understands where he is coming from now. Super steamy chapter!
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K_Mikaelson
Whose the beast that took Rosalie's human & wolf form, Dominic that's who.... & this was wild & hot, loving every moment. Thankyou for the update dear author love it can't wait for next......
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