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0119: Delusional Ex

Author: FlyingDove
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-29 00:44:55

AARON’S POV

The question just hung there between us. It was so quiet, so brave. It actually made my chest hurt. What is happening here?

For a second, all I could hear was my own heart pounding in my ears. This was it. This was the moment I should have taken this morning, before James called and blew everything apart. She was right there, giving me the opening, laying all her confusion out in the open. She felt it too. This thing. This real, undeniable thing between us.

And I just felt all my careful walls start to come down. She thinks this is just a fake marriage. A shield against Julius. She has no clue she is my fated mate. The other half of my soul I have been waiting my whole life to find. She does not know I am the Alpha King, that the Shadow Moon pack she is so worried about is mine. My land. I kept it all from her.

I thought I was protecting her, giving her room to breathe. But then I saw the fear in her eyes when she mentioned Julius, and I could still smell him on her, just
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