(Vivian's POV)"Are you going to invite me in, or shall we discuss our mate bond severance on your front porch for all the pack to see?" Sylvan asked, his rain-forest scent mingling with the morning air.I stepped aside reluctantly. "Come in. But don't expect tea."Sylvan's lips twitched slightly as he crossed the threshold. I noticed him taking deep breaths, analyzing the scents of my newly reclaimed territory. His eyes scanned every corner, noting the boxes stacked against walls and the half-assembled furniture."You've been busy," he commented, running his fingers along the freshly painted wall. "Complete renovation?""Yes," I replied stiffly. "I replaced everything—locks, flooring, furniture. I didn't want any trace of my aunt and uncle's presence."Phoebe stirred within me, proud of our reclaimed den. After years of feeling homeless, even in the luxurious villa with Sylvan, this place felt right. It felt mine.Sylvan walked to the living room where I'd hung my parents' phot
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