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Chapter 73 Impulsive relationships?
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2025-08-22 18:00:55Lyara Wolfborne POV
"Luna! Alpha!"Mira's voice rang out loudly in the silence of the night, full of shock and panic. She jerked back from Tavien, her lips still wet from the kiss that had just been released. Her large eyes widened, as if she had been caught stealing the moon from the sky. Tavien, on the other hand, stood frozen, his jaw clenched, one hand still gripping Mira's tightly as if the world around him could collapse at any moment.Alpha King and I stopped a few steps away from them. The light from the lanterns behind them cast long shadows on the rocky ground, creating a contrast between the warm light and the tension that was beginning to freeze. The bustling sounds of the market that had filled the night slowly faded, replaced by the echoing beat of my heart within my chest.Tavien turned his head, his gaze shifting from Mira to us. He made no attempt to release his grip. Instead, his fingers tightened further, a
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