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z of the Pasos Campos Pack, reject you, Omega Rosa Corona, as my chosen Luna of the Pasos Campos Pack, and make your rouge." That dramatic music gave me goosebumps. I gasp as the main character leaves his pregnant wife on the floor; the phone rings as the episode continues. If memory serves me right, it's Sophy; she watches this show with me, too. Sophy is mated to the second largest pack in the USA, and she is my best friend a

et those words," I feed some words to her knowing she will not stop blowing my ear off from the drama when I heard the door to my room open, I raise my face from the spot I was in to meet my chosen mate, smiling he replies

ame. But Stan had his troubles as his brother was my destined mate, but in a rogue attack, he was killed, and now Stan, his brother, keeps his title as Alpha, but sadly only because he is my chosen mate who was severely wounded alongside him. My fated mate, Sid, died that same evening when Stan woke up from his injuries. I'm the only daughter of this pack, and my

were mates, but after a while, the idea came to us both, and after a bit of persuasion, we started to talk more. We became friends while I was trying to run a pack, and he was helping me. O

talk about us; just let me take a shower." He went into the rain; I nodded and took the phone back to my ear. Sophy, I have to go, hun," she ranted in today's episode. Still hearing my reply, she

f with a spare towel, he let out a breath. Marcy, there will be a new study from the council; they think it would be perfect for making your suggestion of giving university bachelors to

leave with them. They had a hard time with me because of what I had to deal with. Stan had seen firsthand that I do my best, but they just like to fucking annoy me with their uptight ideas on

ucked in the middle. "I know, but I'm here. I know you are the real deal, but I also know you are a bit short-tempered, so try hard not to let it get to you," he adds, and I move to get up because my temper is

only thing stopping us from going to third base is his towel and my laced pants. Stan loves to get hot and rough with no breaks. The guy could go on for hours when all I can handle is a maximum of two sides of

he mattress, still holding on to my separated legs. Fuck yes!" His voice sounded drugged. Kissing me like it's a race against time always leaves him out of t

king me moan higher, "Don't you dare fucking cum! You love to fucking get on my nerves, then moan your way into a frenzy. Fuck Mar

ick cock has me right where he wants me: "Please, it's too cruel; please let me cum; I'm so close." He kept this rhythm until I felt him twitch inside me. "Hold on, and I'll let you cum," he repeats, husky. "Yes." I quickly said, furious that I co