Scar's POV Sex with Arielle was magic, it was enchanting and I wouldn't lie about not being intoxicated. It felt like the first time whenever our bodies met, I didn't seem to get enough, I didn't want to get enough, I couldn't. Nothing was worth hearing like her moans and soft screams, her pleas for more and more I gave, more I craved.I had gotten home from securing a new place where the pack could have all their meetings without raising any suspicion from the human folks. I felt uneasy, my wolf was making me uneasy and I was suddenly worried about Arielle. Did mother do something to her? did she send her away again? No! she couldn't, she wouldn't. She wasn't in her room, but before then, something caught my eye, it was a new painting of the red-haired woman Arielle couldn't stop painting. There was something familiar about this one, I had seen a striking resemblance. could it be? I shook my head and hurried to the kitchen, th
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