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Almost Three Months Later

The door to my little café opened with a soft chime, announcing someone’s arrival. Instantly, a familiar and intoxicating scent hit my nose.

It can’t be!

My knees almost gave out, and I nearly dropped the tray with drinks and snacks. Gathering what little courage I had left, I lifted my gaze—and saw him.

He stood there, tense, his fists clenched at his sides, staring at me from under his brow. In his eyes burned raw anger—and a silent promise.

I froze, rooted to the spot, unable to move, just staring back at him wide-eyed. Could it be that he found me? But… why?

Inside me, my wolf went wild—literally clawing at my insides at the sight of her mate. She wanted to leap into his arms and never let go.

Oh no, sweetheart. Not this time. We’ve been through that already—and it didn’t end well. He’s human; he can’t possibly feel the bond as deeply as we do. So what if I was just one more fling? Like she said—“not the first, and definitely not the last.”

So sit