The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates
Sheridan Hartininstant death and destruction of the weakest magicianclaimed by my ex's lycan king fatherthe hero took everything from me so i partied with the hero's motherruin has come to our family
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she cries, clinging to me like I’m the only thing holding her together. “Always.”
She tightens around me, her magic flickering through our bond in pulses of white-hot electricity. I feel everything, her need, her ache, her desperation to stay even when she knows she can’t. I wrap my arms around her as we fall together, bodies trembling, souls burning. And in the silence that follows, I hold her tighter, burying my face in her hair, breathing her in like she’s the last breath I’ll ever take. Because if she’s leaving tomorrow… maybe she is.
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