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Assurance

Author: Bunmi
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-24 13:40:11

Loraine’s POV

The air in Hunter’s room felt charged with hungry looks in their eyes. They looked like they wanted to devour me.

“I mean it, Loraine,” Hunter said as he pulled me closer, his voice low and hoarse. “We’re terrified of losing you.”

Killian stepped closer, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. “We don’t care what we have to do… We’ll fight for you.”

Preston’s hands settled on my shoulders from behind, his thumbs massaging small circles into my tense muscles. “We just need you to know how much you mean to us. Not just as our Luna, but as... everything.”

Their words melted the last of my frustration, and I reached out to cup Hunter’s face. “You’ll never lose me,” I promised, my voice trembling with emotion. “I’m here for all of you. Always. But you have to trust me too.”

I felt Preston’s breath ghost over my neck as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Show us,” he murmured, his voice like silk, sending a shiver down my spine.

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