The Alpha Who Stole My Life
I offered.
“No, Ariadne. I want you to take it. And I’m sure my mother would like you to have it. Even if we’re not together anymore.” He murmured, surrounding my knuckles with his own, securing the necklace in my palm.
“Ok,” I sighed, resigning. It was the least I could do. Not for him, but for Luna Patricia.
“Take your ring as well, please.” He said, opening my knuckles, placing the ring next to the necklace in my palm, and closing it with his again.
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