Missing Luna: She Is Mine
"You don’t have a say in this, Lisa, my dear. It’s your destiny."
He lifted his hand and traced a finger along my cheek, causing me to flinch. “You are the perfect match for me—the one I’ve been waiting for all these years. You possess the same scent, the same face, and the same soul as her. I’ll be damned if I let you go without taking a bite.”
My mind spun, disbelief gnawing at my thoughts. Destiny? Mate? Bite? I had never believed in such notions, and I wasn’t about to start now. I struggled against his grip, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my chest.
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