His Witch, Her Alpha
It’s a memory—he and a woman are lying in bed kissing.
“I love you, Mini. Once the pack is strong enough, let’s get married,” He says once their lips part.
“Really?” He nods. She squeals before she kisses him again.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Minerva screams. Everything turns black, and the memory is gone in an instant. So that man must be Xavier’s ancestor. So they were lovers; she wasn’t crazy. Maybe I would have lost it, too, if Xavier broke my heart like that. Well, I probably wouldn’t kill anyone, but I get her pain now. She looks at me as tears stream down her face, and for the first time, she seems human.
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