Fated To The Golden-Eyed Devil
My skin lost all its color and my whole body trembled as I took the scene.
The beast left Clinton's side and walked closer to me, its eyes fixed on mine. My mind screamed 'Mate!’ but my body refused to move.
This was the one who had just brutalized Clinton.
The beast's pace was slow, yet deadly. I trembled, trying to cover myself with the pieces Clinton had ripped off.
Suddenly, the figure pounced on me, its body covering mine. I screamed, terrified.
But instead of attacking me, it sniffed me, inhaling deeply. Its nose traced my neck, my shoulders, and my hair.
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