The Lycan’s Secret Bride: Weak to Strong
A whisper from my wolf urged me to confide in him about Ben, to disclose the burgeoning feelings that threatened to unravel our bond, yet, I pushed the suggestion aside, locking away the turmoil within.
"I'm worried that someone will catch us. Sylvester, we need to be careful," I diverted, my voice betraying a mixture of desire and apprehension.
He chuckled, and it was a dangerous sound that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers were still tracing delicate patterns along my jawline as he intertwined his hand with mine. "Caution isn't one of my strong suits," he remarked, his smirk tinged with a hint of danger.
"I love you," I confessed, the truth hanging between us like an unspoken pact. T
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