My Stepbrother, My Mate
The pack was watching, waiting for something.
"He's here!" A voice rang out, a shout of recognition that rippled through the crowd like wildfire. "The lost prince has returned!"
The pack erupted in cheers, a chorus of voices that echoed through the trees. The words hit me like a wave, crashing over me, suffocating me with their weight. "The lost prince." Me? A title I wasn’t ready for, one that felt like a prison. The pack’s excitement was overwhelming, their joy almost too much to bear. I felt their eyes on me, felt the heat of their adoration as they gathered around, reaching out to touch me, their faces lit with awe. They were looking at me like I was something precious, something longed
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