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ALEXANDER

She’s gone.

I woke up at exactly 8 in the morning, only to find my mate missing from her side of the bed. I initially thought she went to shower, but when I got up and opened the bathroom door, she wasn’t there.

That’s weird. I sniffed the air. Having had caught a whiff of her sweet, lavender scent lingering below in one corner, I lowered my gaze.

My eyes scanned the garbage can, picking up Eleanor’s lace underwear I had ripped off her last night. I feel my dick harden thinking about how I ran my fingers along her wet clit and pumped them inside her. Her soft moans echoed through my ears, as though I was reliving that night in the present.

She’d looked so perfect, and so fucking mine.

I lift the slightly damp area of her panties to my nose, inhaling the sweetness of scent that rose from between her milky thighs.

I sigh after taking a long sniff before turning around to close the door. I toss her underwear on the bed, wondering why she had discarded it anyway.

But that