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2024-10-29 19:42:56MICHAEL STOOD THERE, frozen in place. Harlow couldn't help but notice how troubled she looked; if it was possible, the darkness within his eyes darkened even more. The urge to ease his trouble state was strong, but she stayed put. Michael Collins wasn't someone Harlow could trust, ever. Even if he was her Mate, there was something about him that resulted in conflict within her mind, and she couldn't help but feel like it was toxic.
Silence, that's all that stood between them—a slicing silence. It was so abnormal for werewolves who identified themselves as Mates to act in such away. Usually, they couldn't stay away from each other; they couldn't keep their hands off one another. Yet, she and Michael didn't even come close to being normal; he was...far from ordinary. They both went against the natural nature of Bonding Mates; both seemed to resist it more than the other.
"What are you doing here?" Harlow asked. Finally, curiosity got
Meli2009Hey beautiful readers, I hope you are all enjoying the book so far, and I wanted to apologise for the late uploads due to a hectic life schedule, but I will try my hardest to upload as often as possible. It's been great reading your reviews, and I'm happy you all are enjoying the book so far. But most importantly, thank you for giving my book a read. -Mel
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