A Gift from the Goddess
Spend whatever time I had left on ensuring Clarissa was looked after and—.
“—I, Kieran Lycroft…,” his voice then rung out behind me, making me freeze.
The phrasing, the manner… they were recited words I recognised, having learnt about it during my research on Selene and the mate bond.
“…Alpha of the Ashwood Pack…,” he continued.
“No…,” I whispered instinctively, the pain already stinging.
“Hereby reject you, Rheyna Knight… The Raven, the Devil Saintess… as my mate and Luna.”
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