Alpha Killian
the girl with short black hair remarked, trying to provide reassurance.
"Hey, Yifa, don't give up just yet," the girl with long black hair spoke softly, trying to offer comfort. Ah, yes, I remember her name now. It's Anita.
My gaze narrowed as I noticed Yifa's trembling shoulders, tears streaming down her face. Was it because of me? I should have felt guilty, but deep down, I blamed her. She was foolish.
Yifa struggled to speak amidst her sobs, her voice shaky. "My mother told me everything about true mates. She described them as kind, gentle, and protective," she managed to say, attempting to regain control of her emotions.
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