Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy
He occasionally plucked a book from a shelf, skimming the first few lines before handing it to me.
One was a satirical volume on werewolf courtship rituals, its cover adorned with dramatic poses and bold fonts.
I snorted, holding it up. “You think this is accurate?”
“Disturbingly so,” he said with mock solemnity. “I’m sure it’s peer-reviewed.”
I laughed, actually laughed, and tucked it under my arm.
For ten minutes, maybe fifteen, it felt like a dream I wasn’t sure I deserved.
Then the spell broke.
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