REJECTED BY ALPHA, LOVED BY LYCAN KING
The garden, wrapped in the cloak of night, became a haven for whispered confessions and shared dreams.
The winter garden, a sanctuary beneath the celestial dome, cradled us in its arms as we sat together, hands entwined, lost in the serenity of the moonlit night.
I sighed, my gaze fixed on the silver orb above. "The moon holds a quiet kind of magic, does not it, Liam?"
He smiled, his eyes reflecting the lunar radiance. "Indeed, Daliah. it is as if each beam is a whisper from the cosmos, weaving tales of love and destiny."
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