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The Alpha’s Hexed Bride: Chapter 2- Keep going!

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Cassandra’s POV

I clutched at James's broad shoulders as he carried me through the forest, my legs locked around his waist. The mate mark on my chest burned with every heartbeat, a constant reminder of how the ritual had twisted our fates together. My bare skin pressed against his, slick with sweat and the remnants of our earlier union, and I could feel his cock hardening again against my ass as he ran. The blood moon's red light filtered through the trees, but the howls of his pack chased us r
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