Rouge Mate Of The Alpha King
Sarah Holmes do not lick this bookdo not open this bookif you re reading this book
Sick sick sick Morana, so sick.
‘Oh but we’re not sick. Just look at him.’ My wolf purred along my dirty thought.
Running my gaze through the tattoos drew on him, that beautified his manly appearance, my mouth watered at the sight.
At his upper trunk around his neck was a crossed feathery tattoo, with the word “Pure” written and carved underneath. Visible from the sides of his shoulder was the bottom of a rose flower that was drawn up his broad shoulder.
His arms, the both of them were covered in different tattoos, ones my eyes could caught. There was a splitted dagger among the drawings, a broken heart, a crescent moon, marks I have no idea what it represents.
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