My Boyfriend Is An Alpha Werewolf Mafia Boss
"You don't have to be brave for me. But you are brave. And I swear to you, nothing is going to hurt you again. Not while I'm breathing."
She looked at him, his fingers were warm and solid around hers. His eyes, even bruised and tired, burned with a fierce kind of promise.
She nodded. "Okay."
As they pulled up to the estate, the porch lights cast a golden halo over the house. And standing there, perfectly calm and sipping a cup of tea, was Debby. Her hair was in an Afro, and she was barefoot, dressed like she just stepped out of a spa. Next to her was Christopher, leaning against the railing, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
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