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207. THE BEAST AND THE WOMAN FROM THE DARK.

Author: Teowrits
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 05:12:39

The sun had gone down and darkness had crept over the pack. Steve and Emma were cooped up in his house. Their emotions matched each other. The doctor and the Alpha were deeply worried about the burden that plagued them and were both thinking of the solutions that could help them.

“It is very crazy that we are both suffering from similar things,” Emma mused as she pulled a black tank top. She was in matching undies. She felt calmer after she had taken a hot bath. Steve was busy drying himself off with black tight briefs around his waist. The shape of his cock was clearly visible and Emma occasionally stole glances whenever she could.

“You are fighting the dark version of yourself while I battle a mindless bloodthirsty beast,” Steve replied as he shook his head in disbelief. “It is like we are infected in with our own unique virus,” he added.

Emma nodded as she stood by the window, her hair softened by the water. Steve himself a

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