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Chapter 88: The Threads Converge

Author: Lola Everson
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“Mate.” The low voice growls, the bass tone vibrates my body, compelling me to surrender.

“Mate.” The word leaves my lips as a whisper on the wind. So quiet but full of intention. Breathy and wanton. Theia joyfully surges forward.

It’s as if time stops. The crowd around me fades as I focus only on the specimen before me. Fresh rain on Evergreens and lemon thyme. The scent is familiar and intoxicating.

“Everything belongs to me, little she-wolf, even you.” He whispers in my ear, his body painfully close to me.

My knees feel weak. Just being in his presence is overwhelming. I can feel eyes burning into me. Hushed whispers buzzing around me.

His fingers trace my collarbone and shamelessly dip between my breasts. Our heartbeats are synchronized, beating as one, as if our rhythm has always been in tune.

“Prince Edward of Fives.” I say breathlessly.

“I’m not sure I know your name.” He says in return.

“Ceres, your highness.” I respond.

“Sons and Daughters of Selene!” The Rev
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