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Heartbreak
"I followed my heart, and it led me to you."
Aimee turned, with sadness in her eyes and a horrible feeling of Deja vu. "It should have led you back home to your mate Connor, not to me; I don't belong to you anymore."
His green eyes were tortured as he stood, proudly naked before her. The threat of rain earlier followed through as fat droplets fell from the sky, and Aimee wondered if the Goddess herself was crying at what was unfolding here.
"I love you, Aimee; I never stopped loving you. My Dad made me choose the pack because you couldn't lead by my side as an equal when you were human, but now you can. All you need to do is choose. Choose me, be with me. The way the Moon Goddess always intended it to be."
Whatever Aimee was about to say was cut off as a painful cry broke free in its place. Connor caught her as she buckled. The mark on her neck glowed bright red as Aimee's body contorted in agony, "What's happening?" The Alpha yelled as Aimee how
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