Abandoned Alpha Mate After His First Love Came Back
Sofia, on the other hand, tirelessly sent me provocative images and recordings through an encrypted comm device every day.
On the seventh day of the countdown, she sent a video clip captured in a recording crystal: Damine was kneeling on the floor of her sickroom, disregarding his dignity as an Alpha, gently massaging her calf with his hands, which were usually accustomed to gripping weapons.
As I watched the focused profile of his face in the video, I took out all the little trinkets I had secretly collected for him over the years—those calming incenses specially made for the frenzied phase, the exquisitely tanned belt buckle carved with a simple sketch of his wolf form, the blue flame berr
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