The Lycan's Mate

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rent from the rest of the male humans I've met, and I just wanted to know more about him. I had

re try and dialed his number. Just like before, he didn't pick up, which only made me mo

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f involving her in my pack's rivalry but she kept calling repeatedly, and I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to

id, trying to

she replied, her

ed, hoping to end the

hang out tonight," she said, and I

serious that i need to tidy up tonight,

plied, soundin

kay," I said, hoping

d, and I could sen

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r we talked at the park, I thought we had a

hought as I dropped my phon

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all her myself and ask her out and now, i just ruined everything. "It's Ja

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n my face so i guessed things never worked out great for me. I quickly lay back angrily on my bed starring out throug

again. I picked it up, hoping he had called back,

to myself, feeling m

of our family mansion. However, there was one thing that made me feel isolated—the fear that everyone had of my father. They

The sun's rays poured through the window, casting a warm and gentle light on the opu

dy fallen. The full moon shone brightly in the sky, its mystical light casting a silvery glow through

n, spreading through every fiber of my being. Bones shifted, muscles elongated, and a thick coat of fur sprouted from my skin. I e

the night. My lupine form, a majestic embodiment of the wild, now roamed free beneath the l

ound as I raced through the underbrush, each footfall sending vibrations through the grou

ed from my shoulders. No longer constrained by the expectations of my linea

nscended the boundaries of the physical realm. We shared a primal connectio

al transformation back to my human form. The tingling sensation returned, this

's adventures. Though the moon's magic was fading, the memories and the sense o

remain hidden from those who tiptoed around my father's presence. But within the depths of my heart, I held onto the

ee wafting through the air. I was seeking a peaceful moment to enjoy

ugged man wearing sunglasses standing beside me

we share a taste for coffee. Can y

ack coffee, please," he repl

ffee connoisseur who preferred

ever explored flavored lattes? They can be quite d

I'm content with black coffee. I

mained unaware of his true identity. Undeterred,

w about a caramel macchiato or a pumpkin spice

I appreciate the suggestions, but I'll stick w

ncharacteristically stubborn

t say, you might be missing out on some fantastic flavors. So, d

is time, and he seemed

town. Thought I'd grab a quick cup o

it was due to exhaustion from my transformation, but I found myself unable

ch charm. By the way, have you heard any intriguing stories about

ing that time, I became suspicious that he might be a fellow werewolf like me. Nonetheless, he responded

ted by the legends! Werewolves are extraordinary creatures, capable of transforming under the f

and replied, "Well, actually, I've read a bit about werewo

s growing discomfort. He desperately tried to change the subject, saying, "You know, I've

responded, "Absolutely! Vampires have their own captivating mytholog

tempts to avoid me throughout the day. Though my secrets remained concealed for now, the revelation was imminent. He had been frequenting the café to steer clear of encountering me, as I had earlier mentioned living nearby. Yet, fate had intertwined our paths as