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Chapter 327 Fire and Restraint

Author: Judith GW
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-13 14:08:47

Erik

It takes everything in me to pull away from her mouth. Her taste is addictive. Wild and sweet, like summer rain and the promise of trouble. But eventually, my stomach growls loud enough to break the moment, and Scarlett laughs against my chest.

“We should eat,” she murmurs.

I lean back, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Probably. Or I might just keep kissing you until we both forget what food is.”

She blushes, and that alone nearly drags me right back in.

But she stands, smoothing her dress and leading the way to the kitchen. I follow her like a besotted idiot, because let’s be honest, that’s exactly what I am.

While she boils the pasta and reheats the sauce, I lean on the counter and steal every glance I can. She moves like she belongs in this space. Confident, efficient.

There's something achingly intimate about watching someone cook for you. Especially someone who just kissed you like her life depended on it.

“This place is amazing,” I say, glancing around at the colo
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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 327 Fire and Restraint

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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 326 Tangled Nerves

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    ChrisIlsa’s laugh drifts up from the riverbank, sharp and bright as sunlight flashing off steel. I glance sideways at her and shake my head, trying not to grin. "You’re going to get us both killed one day."She shrugs, barefoot in the shallows, skirts hiked up to her knees, not a single damn given. "I told you, if I go out, I’m taking someone interesting with me. And between you and me, you’re the most interesting thing in this forest."I snort. "Not sure if that’s a compliment or a threat." She arches a brow at me as if I’m simple. "Both. Obviously."That’s how it is with Ilsa. She’s sharp-tongued, hilarious, and so straightforward it’s like being slapped by honesty and liking it anyway. It’s...refreshing. Like Scarlett, but less layered. She’s less likely to read your mind and call you out on every secret you thought you buried. Metaphorically speaking. Thank the gods Scar can’t read minds.I’ve been spending a lot of time with Ilsa lately. She’s become a great friend and when I’m

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