Moonlit Bonds Bound by fate Torn by desire

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I've never tasted something so horrible- ble

wanting to hurt his feelings, I hid the expression on my facial features as best as

phone number next time so I don't exhaust an already drained Red, who signed out for th

potatoes which we had in our freezer, sighing in sweet relief that

glass of cold milk, which I despised with a passion, but I gulped it

a sudden thought- m

food intake and also cooks for the alpha. She sucks in a loud sharp breath to show her disapproval, and I swallow the last mouthf

es to the fridge where he begins to prep dinner for us. Eleven of us live here and we each take turns in cooking, preferring to stick wit

d not eating at all.

t this is pretty normal. They would sometimes stay back to assist with any meal preparatio

me everything my min

k out- I have no idea what crazy thought had me thinking that approaching th

hear voices in the hallway indicating the others are home then I wai

ax. My stomach burning with frisson by the time I was near enough to make out the voices of the alpha and beta in a

f it and accused me of sneaking up on them sometimes. I used to thi

ss night- tha

ith the back of his palm against his b

Shaking my head to get the mental image off from the one time I was ordered to clean the cages. I cover my mouth with my h

wning I chase her away because I do not need he

ldn't because it's what made me drop my defences and allow him to have his way with me. Sighin

perhaps before when

ing against a tree now because my knees are growing weak f

p to head to their respective homes, I head to the packhouse somehow con

was

nose picking up a hint of his lingering scent, waiting for him to hug me or kiss my neck...something. I recognise

minutes more, taking a seat on the chair he tiny sofa-bench he h

o the back of my mind when I start to reminisce

t you,

on mine... "I ne

ds felt on my soft fl

on-filled night, just as it has haunted me since th

e scent- cashmere... "Call me Soren..." H

se, giddy even when I think of breaking the news to him of o

luding the massive chandeliers, I head upstairs to his room bypassin

get me to go back home but I ignore her whining

shoes on the wide staircase and the grandfather clock that stand

g it vividly, but I do not make the connection to it yet and

goes silent, and I

melled during and after. The alpha's-er- spills. Instead, my mind clouds m

releases a piercing whining howl that jolted me a

is door and that's when the familiarity of his moans, and the high smells hit me. My wolf c

es see them clearly,

ed, but the person does not see me, for she's on her back, under him,

t upwards. "Oh, Soren - hmm, now," the woman say

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