Mated To My Savage Alpha
His lips are pressed together, but his eyes alight with fire as we both run after the beast.
As the crowd thinned, my patience waned. “We have to act now!” I snapped at Elio, who grunted and shook his head in disagreement. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “Not yet,” he warns firmly. “Wait for my signal.” With my lips pressing together, we chase after the beast, our feet pounding on the ground as we try to avoid falling down into the cannon. “He’s my brother Elio, we promised,” I shout. As his jaw ticks, he squeezes my hand as we sprint even faster to catch up with them, our powers pulsing ready to attack.
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