Bound to the Rogue Alpha 2
Because my womb is actively sheltering a developing pup, my hands refrain from touching the strong elixirs, nursing a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange orchard juice instead.
Letting out a deep smile, Madison lets out a massive sigh of pure, unadulterated relief, her scent profile relaxing completely. "Finally, the entire war is over! My internal wolf will never have to expend energy worrying about his enforcers discovering the digital espionage trace again. Across these past sun-cycles, my mind had been worried completely sick! My system could have literally expired from the sheer volume of anxiety!"
My own heart captures a massive wave of pure joy for her freedom. My hand hoists my gob
Bab Populer