Dante’s POV“Who does Freya think she is,” Amanda murmured against my shoulder, “suspecting you? Questioning you?”“Don’t mind her, my love.” I ran my fingers through her hair, letting the words come easy, the way they always did with her. “She thinks being Luna makes her something to me. It doesn’t. She’s nothing. An object I needed to become Alpha — that’s all she’ll ever be. My heart has never belonged to her. It belongs to you, Amanda. Only you.”She moved closer, and the way she smelled, the way she moved against me — I couldn’t put it into words. Everything about her felt effortless. Kind, sharp, patient, in ways Freya had never managed to be. If anyone had to choose between them, honestly, who wouldn’t choose Amanda?She climbed onto my lap, her fingers trailing slowly from my stomach up toward my neck, and every inch her hand traveled sent something sharp and hungry through me. By the time she reached my throat, she’d already bent down to kiss me.Yes — I was having an affair
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