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2024-10-29 19:42:56Gentle birdsong drifted through the window as Sapphira's eyes flickered open. The side of the bed where Evander had slept was empty and cold; the covers still peeled back at the corner where he had risen. There was no sound coming from the bathroom, and the packhouse sounded quiet, many of the guests still asleep even as light began to pour in through the windows.
The events of last night seemed as though they had occurred weeks ago; her whole life had changed in ways she could never have imagined. The thought of having to leave her friends behind to begin a life as a rogue or possibly enter into some bargain with Alpha Kai to convince him to let her stay had left her frazzled. The chances of finding her mate here were slim to none, and yet, it had happened. Even though her future was not much clearer to her now, finding her mate had settled her.
But the tales of mates that had torn each other apart simply because they were not compatible were rife, and Evander
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