Five Years a Virgin
Mountain Riveradored by my ruthless alpharejecting my lycan mate
So no matter how hard I tried to win you, you never touched me.
"Well, congratulations. You're free now."
With that, I shut off my phone, leaned back in my seat in exhaustion, and drifted off to sleep.
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Meanwhile, in Moon Goddess Church, Alaric surveyed the final decorations with a rare mix of tension and anticipation in his chest.
Five years ago, he owed me a proper mating ceremony, courtesy of his mysophobia. He knew I had endured my fair share of hardship for the past five years.
He'd planned to use our fifth anniversary as a chance to gather the pack and crown me as his only Luna in a grand mating ceremony everyone would remember.