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FIFTY NINE
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2025-05-02 07:00:30ALAYNA’s POV
A pain, bright like a sun rising on a world burned to ruin, fills my body and brings me out of my sleep. I open my eyes, groaning.
The ceiling above me swims slightly, the rough texture blurring and sharpening with each painful beat of my heart. My mouth is dry, my skin clammy and everything aches. I stretch and the sharp pull of soreness between my thighs sends a wave of panic over me.
What happened to me?
A low breath stirs the hair near my ear and I freeze.
I am naked and there is someone else in bed beside me.
Turning my head slowly, I see him. Drake. His golden hair glints even in the dim morning light seeping through the heavy curtains. His arm is slung possessively over my waist, pulling me close, his body curved against mine like we were made to fit.
What the heck?
I jolt upright, clutching the blanket to my breasts.
“Good morning, Alayna.” He sti
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ALAYNA’s POVA pain, bright like a sun rising on a world burned toruin, fills my body and brings me out of my sleep. I open my eyes, groaning.The ceiling above me swims slightly, the rough texture blurring and sharpening with each painful beat of my heart. My mouth is dry, my skin clammy and everything aches. I stretch and the sharp pull of soreness between my thighs sends a wave of panic over me.What happened to me?A low breath stirs the hair near my ear and I freeze.I am naked and there is someone else in bed beside me.Turning my head slowly, I see him. Drake. His golden hair glints even in the dim morning light seeping through the heavy curtains. His arm is slung possessively over my waist, pulling me close, his body curved against mine like we were made to fit.What the heck?I jolt upright, clutching the blanket to my breasts.“Good morning, Alayna.” He sti
