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Chapter 23: Mate bound

Author: Ariawrites
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NARRATOR

I stand in front of the large mirror in my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, which clings to my damp skin.

My eyes are fixed on my reflection, and I can see the loneliness etched on my face.

It's been three months since my Luna, Faye, passed away after giving birth to our only heir and every inch of this house reminds me of her.

Her laughter used to fill this space, like the sun spilling over a dark forest, chasing the shadows away. Now, it’s just me—Alpha Kalen, mighty in title, pathetic in solitude—lost in a world that seems to have moved on too quickly.

The pain of her loss still lingers, and I find myself struggling to cope with the emptiness that has settled within me.

The bed creaks under my weight as I lean on it with my gaze fixed on the ceiling.

I don’t know what’s worse. Maybe the memories of her or the absence of them.

My body aches, not from battle or duty, but from a need I biologically should not starve my body with. It’s been a while sinc
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Can we go back to the time when this love thing started?

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