Alpha’s Forbidden Mate
Carolina thought about the garden, about Mira’s touch, about the twin’s wildness and the river’s change.
“We didn’t choose it,” she said. “But we chose each other.”
He nodded, looked away, and for the first time, sipped from the offered glass.
Later, when the city’s ruin was myth and its myth a seed, Carolina crossed the garden by moonlight. Mira waited, naked in the bluebell, her body painted in moon-shadows, her hair alive with the pollen of the half feral night.
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