Three Fated Hearts
I slowly make my way out of the closet, and the minute Lynn’s eyes meet mine, she falls on the bed laughing.
“Oh yeah! There’s a wolf who wants to reject his mate.” Lynn is laughing hysterically, and I slap her ass as I walk past her. “Ow, you asshole. You’re going to pay for that one.” I can hear the rustling of the blankets, so I start to run down the hall and down the stairs. I slide into the hallway, stopping in front of the living room where that scent hits me like a truck: apples and cinnamon.
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