The Lust Cursed Luna
Yet, in a sudden change of heart, she pressed them tightly shut once more, withholding her thoughts from the world.
“Your Alpha won't kill you for talking to me.” With a gentle upturn of my lips, I conveyed my reassurance to her.
Sophia, who had thus far kept her distance, finally approached the couch upon which I was seated. As Shopia drew nearer, her appearance seemed to radiate an even greater level of charm and intrigue. The contours of her cheeks were delightfully plump, lending a touch of youthful innocence to her face. Her complexion bore the warm hues of olives, a testament to her Mediterranean heritage. Her eyes, large and captivating, possessed a subtle winged shape. I wondered if
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