The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna
My eyelids grow impossibly heavy, fluttering close as the warmth of his breath brushes against my neck in steady, soothing waves.
“You’re mine, dulcis,” he whispers darkly into my ear, his voice both a vow and a command.
“What’s that… ‘dulcis’…what’s it mean?” I mumble out, sleepily. I finally ask.
His voice rumbles through his chest against my back, “Sweet One”, he answers, arm tightening around my waist, “It means you’re my sweet one”, he presses a kiss to my shoulder, “And you are”.
The possessive edge of his words lingers in my mind as I finally slip into the blissful darkness of sleep.
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