The Wolf Who Shouldn’t Love
she whispered, voice trembling.
Thalen pressed close, brushing lips against the corner of hers in a teasing, forbidden kiss. “Nor should you,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, each word a promise of what could not yet be claimed publicly.
The next exercise took them deeper into the forest. Aella had to navigate through enchanted thickets, corrupted roots, and magical illusions designed to test her bond with the Heartwood. Thalen stayed by her side, sometimes brushing her hand, sometimes guiding her by the waist or shoulder, each contact electric, intimate, forbidden.
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