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Chapter 64
Dargan's Point of View
Tension circled us as we walked home. Ozias kept his distance from Alvara, barely glancing her way as we trudged through the forest. My white shirt tugged tightly across her chest, just covering her naked sex. Their scents no longer merged together. Unlike when I had found them, I couldn't distinguish between his and hers.
So, they hadn't fully mated. Only fucked each other. Ciaran wouldn't mind the latter. But we had agreed upon mating with her as a unit. As barbaric as it might have sounded, it had worked with Savanah. It gave each of us an edge. Yet made us all equal.
'We hadn't spoken to her about it. Maybe it was time.'
Ozias' shoulders slumped a bit more when the house finally came into view. I squared mine and halted. "He made breakfast and seems to be in a fragile state. So, if I were you, I would just not tell him what had happened just yet."
"Like I said, it wasn't what it looked like
Alexandria ChristiHey guys! So I hope you are enjoying the story so far. When I write these chapters, they seem so tedious but I want to show you guys the growth every character goes through. The struggles they have to overcome as a couple. Thank you so much for the love you have been showing this story. Remember to vote and comment! Love Lexa
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