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Everything Belongs to Me

Author: Lêh Magalhães
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-25 13:06:22

POV Carlos

Maura hugged me hungrily. As if time had never passed. As if her place was still here, in my arms, and she had always known it.

And maybe she did.

Her scent... the softness of her skin... the way her body molded to mine as if she still belonged to me. It was like sticking a knife straight into my wounded ego—and feeling pleasure from the pain.

She was beautiful. She always had been.

But more than that, Maura was power. Daughter of Betas. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth. A name that still opened doors. A woman who elevated me without even saying a word.

She was the kind of Luna that a pack respects without question.

And now she was back. Just when Camila was becoming a problem.

My wolf purred inside like a satisfied dog. He saw in Maura a worthy female. Of blood. Of prestige. One who could walk beside us in assemblies, smile at the councilors, and be called “Lady Alpha” without anyone turning up their nose.

Camila never had that.

She was just an Omega without a wolf. S
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