Forsaken Mate
Again and again, his big, powerful, Alpha wolf begs for my forgiveness and Milla allows it.
I suppose she does understand me a little.
“I’m sorry, Makayla. I—”
I cover his lips with mine, wrapping my arms around his neck. It’s a deep, passionate kiss that ends much too soon for my liking, but we both need to breathe. Panting, I rest my forehead against his and let my eyes drift closed, basking in his pounding heart and the blending of our inner worlds.
His feelings, memories, thoughts, everything tangle with mine and create a complex tapestry and clash of colors, sounds, and sensations. Is this the power of a fated mate bond between Alpha wolves?
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