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A juicy secret

Penulis: Author Calypso
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-18 21:26:10

ALTHEA

I wake up slower than usual. My eyes feel heavy, my body heavier. Every inch of me aches from yesterday—from the hunt, the fear, the cruel discovery in the garden, and the dream that refused to let me go.

The memory of it still clings to my skin like frost.

Asher. The white wolf.

I sit up slowly, pressing my palm against my side where the black wolf bit me in the dream. There’s no wound there, but it still feels sore.

I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. The entire idea of the mate games—it’s based on the legend of the white wolf. The perfect mate. The protector. The rare and destined bond. Everyone talks about it like it’s some beautiful fairytale.

But I’ve been dreaming about him.

And now that I know Asher is the white wolf… I have more questions than answers.

Because there were two wolves in the dream.

The black one—the one that always attacks. The one I always run from.

If Asher is the white wolf, then who’s the other? What does it mean that they always fight? And why do
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