The Alpha's stolen bride
I could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, matching the rhythm of my own.
Keith's amber eyes bore into mine, filled with a hunger that mirrored my desires. "Davina," he whispered, his voice laced with raw emotion, "you are my Luna, the one who completes me."
I pressed my body against his, my fur blending with his obsidian black. "And you, Keith, are my Alpha, the one who ignites my soul."
Our lips met in a fervent kiss, an explosion of passion that spoke volumes of the love that bound us. It was a dance of fire and tenderness, a language that only we understood. At that moment, our bodies moved as one, as if choreographed by fate itself.
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