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Covenant with My Maid

作者: Goody
last update 公開日: 2026-06-30 22:00:57

~AMARIS

My lungs burned as I fought to force my wild, unravelling gaze to remain perfectly steady, my vision cutting through the thick violet shadows cast by the gold-leaf stone pillars.

I needed to see the face. I needed to know exactly whose eyes had just anchored themselves to our forbidden sin on the family dining table.

Then, the morning light shifted across the corner, and the absolute reality of the silhouette hit my chest with a crushing weight.

It was Willow.

Alpha Varg didn't look bac
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