The Devil Alpha's Captive Mate.
There was jewelry from their nose, dangling down to their chest, where their bare breasts, decorated with silver stones, shook gently.
Every move was fire, and every sound was unique.
Some priests, known as the Eyes of the Goddess, stood at the center, carrying chisels full of ancient herbs and leaves, with thin smoke hovering out of them.
As they matched in with the dancers, a loud noise suddenly echoed, making my heart skip. My stomach dropped, and a cold chill ran down my skin.
Without wasting another second, I buried myself in the arms of Alpha Matteo, trembling so hard as my heart raced with different thoughts.
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