Bound To My Father’s Foe
Isabelle Garciaclaimed by the alpha's lovemated to my best friend's alpha dadmated to the cold hearted alphasorry, alpha. i don't want to be your mistress
A few actually did brush against my dress, leaving little spots of glowing pollen that faded after a few seconds.
The butterfly garden was at the center of a circular clearing surrounded by tall hedges. And when we stepped through the opening, I gasped.
There were hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Butterflies in colors I didn’t even have names for. Some were the normal colors—blue, yellow, orange—but others glowed silver, or shifted between colors as they flew, or left trails of sparkles behind them.
“See?” Raven whispered, like talking too loud would scare them away. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
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