Medina River Pack: Fated Mate
While Jesse was five-foot-five and often tried to disappear into the background, Jackie—who stood at the exact same height—commanded the room with an effortless, confident grace.
Jackie dropped to her knees, her hourglass figure shifting as she grabbed Jesse’s shoulders. Her flawless, chocolate-colored skin practically glowed under the harsh fluorescent lights of the hallway. As she leaned in, her long, intricate braids—a striking mix of deep black and vibrant purple—brushed against Jesse’s arm.
"You’re white as a ghost!" Jackie cried, her dark eyes wide with concern. "What happened? Did someone hurt you?"
Between ragged breaths, Jesse told her everything: the weight of the stare, the snap o
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