Serena’s POV.Richard’s lips brushed mine, making me shiver, but he quickly pulled away, his eyes full of conflict.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, his voice tight, like he was restraining himself.I rolled my eyes and moved closer, but he stepped back, trying to distance himself.“Serena, stop. You’re drunk,” he said.I scoffed, my words a little slurred. “Who says I’m drunk?”I stumbled forward, but Richard caught me.“See, Serena? You need to rest,” he said, his voice soft but serious. “Where’s your address? I’ll take you home.”“I don’t have an address,” I giggled, staring at him.I pulled him closer and kissed him. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, but Richard caught my hands.“Serena, stop,” he said again, his voice rough, like he was fighting himself.But I wasn’t listening. There was too much inside me—grief, confusion, and a pull I couldn’t ignore. The alcohol made everything blurry.I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t even know what I was doing—the mate b
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