Bound to the Rogue Alpha 2
The intense surge of survival adrenaline drained from her system, leaving her breathing slightly ragged as her fingers gently patted the surface of her abdomen.
“Forgive my tongue, my sweet pup.”
Over the subsequent sun-cycles, Madison killed the hovering duration inside the estate by baking wild berry pastries, arranging mountain flora, painting hunting canvasses, reading ancient pack scrolls, and monitoring the communication crystal. It could even be articulated that her profile was projecting an aura of pure enjoyment.
Whenever the pack shaman performed a medical audit on her system, his report consistently declared her biological matrix to be in a state of flawless, absolute health.
Sikat na Kabanata