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Chapter 27 My Secret

Author: Judith GW
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-09-09 20:00:29

(Arlo)

I loved her.

I loved everything about her.

From the moment I found her in the woods, bleeding and whimpering like a fawn, I loved her.

The mate bond was nothing compared to the love I felt for her.

I needed her.

I needed to hear her voice, to feel her touch.

Every time I saw her, I felt happier than I’d ever been before.

Every time I heard her voice, it was like nothing I’d ever heard.

She changed my world with her presence.

But I couldn’t get too close to her.

I hated that.

I hated the lies, the control.

I didn’t have a choice.

"Arlo," my mother’s voice slithered into my consciousness, her tone dripping with malevolence. "Bring her to me. It is time."

I stiffened, my hands involuntarily clenching into fists.

"No," I muttered, more to myself than to her. "Not this time."

Her laughter echoed in my head, cold and cruel, sending shivers down my spine.

"You do not have a choice, my son. You never did. Hilda is essential for the ritual. Bring her to me, or face the co
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