The Cursed Alpha and his Mysterious Mate
Aaron sat hunched over, his fingers tracing the intricate symbols as he muttered to himself.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I approached the desk. "What are you reading?" I asked, my voice tentative.
Aaron looked up, a mixture of surprise and amusement in his eyes. "Ah, Megan. These are ancient texts, records of our pack's history and the magic that runs through our veins."
I peered at the writings, my brows furrowing. "Magic?"
He nodded, a hint of reverence in his voice. "Yes, the very power that courses through our pack's bloodline. I believe you, too, possess this power."
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