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Chapter 9 :Shadows On The Border

Author: YURI TATE
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-26 20:12:15

Three weeks on pack land had settled into a rhythm that felt almost like peace. Elara's days were full and strangely fulfilling. Mornings often began with Kai waking her in the most delicious way his head between her thighs, tongue lapping slow and lazy until she came gasping into the pillow. After, they'd share breakfast on the cabin porch, his hand resting possessively on the growing curve of her belly while birds called in the pines. She spent hours with Liora in the healing lodge, learning
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