Mated To The Scarred Alpha
Her hair’s tied up, hoodie thrown on like she sprinted here in a hurry.
“You’re awake,” she says, stepping inside. “I felt your… shift.”
I tense. “Shift?”
“Your mind,” she clarifies. “It spiked. Like you saw something.”
“Nora, I’m fine.”
“No, Luna.” She walks closer. “Let me help.”
I almost tell her no. But the longer I stay silent, the more my pulse climbs.
Finally, I hold out my palm.
Her eyes widen instantly.
“Luna… what is that?” She touches the edge of the scar, careful, almost scared. “It’s reacting to me.”
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