Goodbye, My Alpha
What could you, a low-tier Southland Alpha, possibly want with the Northland Alpha King's chosen one?
Andrew could not believe his eyes as he looked at Dylan, shaking his head, lost in denial.
I plucked a magical herb, stepped up to Andrew, and crushed it, bringing it close to his nose.
That was when he looked up, tears in his eyes, bewildered. "Where did it go, that sweet scent of yours, where did it go..."
"It's gone because I've caught its essence." Dylan drew me close, his arms encircling my waist, and he inhaled the scent from my fingers. "Waited three and a half years... Ah, it's sweet indeed."
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