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War and Love.

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Vanda steps closer, his eyes filled with unwavering determination. "Everything I do is for you, our children, and our bloodline. I promise, no matter what happens, you can always depend on me."

He cups my cheek, and I instinctively lean into his touch. He has this way of easing my worries, making it nearly impossible not to trust him. His confidence, his protectiveness, and our unbreakable bond all push me to rely on him. There isn’t another man I would have chosen as my mate, and deep down, I know he’s the only one I would ever want to carry my child.

But I also know he buries his pain deep, so much so that he may not even acknowledge its existence anymore. No one can go through everything he has and remain unscathed.

I let him pull me into his embrace, and as he holds me, I hold him back just as tightly.

It becomes clear to me—I can’t expect him to be perfect all the time. If he ever needs to lean on me, if I need to carry our bond for both of us, then I have to be strong. No matter
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