Her lips were soft. So soft that for a moment, I forgot who I was, forgot what I was, forgot that I was supposed to be the Alpha who ruled with power and pride. All I knew was that the pain was gone, and her lips tasted like the only cure I’d ever needed. She hit my chest with her fists, small and desperate, trying to push me away, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. Because for the first time since the curse began burning through my blood, I felt alive. Then the pain of a different kind seared through me. She bit my lip hard. I hissed and pulled back, tasting blood. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her breath unsteady. And before I could say a word, she slapped me again. The second one hurt even worse. Not because of the pain, but because of what came next. Tears filled her eyes, her voice trembling as she whispered, “That was my first kiss.” I froze. “It was meant for my husband,” she continued, voice breaking, “not for an asshole like you.” Her wo
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