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Chapter 13 Corbin

Author: Sarah lou
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I’ve bedded women before. More than I care to count. But what happened with Anika?

That wasn’t sex.

That was something else—transcendence.

When you take your mate—your soulmate—it isn’t just physical. It’s spiritual. A tether binding heart to heart, skin to soul. And now that I’ve tasted her like that, touched her like that…

There’s no going back.

I don’t want to go back.

She’s asleep beside me, her skin glowing with the aftermath of our bond. The mark I left on her neck is a promise inked into flesh, burning bright beneath the curve of her collarbone.

Ezra is silent for once—content, at peace. His possessive energy hums beneath the surface of my skin, protective, watchful.

“She’s ours now.”

I nod to myself, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. Even in sleep, Anika is temptation personified. Wild and ethereal. The chaos I didn’t know I needed until she walked into my life like a goddamn storm.

But we’re not finished.

Marking is only the beginning.

We still need the mating ceremony
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