Aurora's POVA year passed.I had settled into my work in Aethelgard, the seat of the High Werewolf Council in the Northern Tundra.The blizzards here were fierce, but they made me feel free.That evening, I was walking toward my apartment building, bundled in my coat, when a tall, dark figure lunged from the shadows of a streetlight.Before I could react, I was pulled into a trembling embrace.His Alpha scent—that sharp, cold cedarwood mixed with overwhelming pheromones—suffocated me.Even with the mate link severed, the primal, magnetic pull between fated mates made my breath catch.My body remembered his scent.“Aurora…”His voice was raw. Broken. Filled with a desperate pain.Kian buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.He was shaking.“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry…” he choked out, his arms tightening, trying to crush me into him.I was a little surprised.The proud, powerful Alpha who once saw apologies as a weakness was now on his knees in the snow, like a lone
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