Fated to My Vampire Lord
Her slender form, her big, dark eyes, her black hair trailing down her spine in perfect pin-straight strands.
And her fangs.
It never made any sense. Mira wasn’t a vampire. She was barely even a shifter, with no wolf to speak of. I knew it was just my mind making things up, drawing connections where there were absolutely none. Hope was a tender, silly little thing, imagining during those dreams—what if she could be a vampire, like me? What if we could be together then, with no reservations, finally free from the great wall of prejudice that others had built between us?
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