Late that evening, I sat in the study, flipping through old photographs.In every picture, Jason’s eyes were completely overflowing with profound affection, while my own expression remained somewhat detached.When we initially formed our mate bond, there had admittedly been an element of wanting to repay my debt of gratitude to him.But over our many years of living together, my heart had succumbed to him entirely long ago.As I tucked the album back into the desk drawer, my fingers brushed against a hidden latch, inadvertently uncovering a secret compartment tucked far in the back.Inside the massive hidden space lay an entire collection of my old belongings and photographs from my past.Had he loved me long before I even knew his name?There were even snapshots of me as a minor, running a small stall at the pack market.There were portraits from the exact year I reached adulthood, too.The moment Jason stepped back into the bedchamber, his eyes landed directly on his mate in
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