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2024-10-29 19:42:56Aimee resisted the urge to snarl at the window, her wolf was already uneasy. As soon as they hit the town, Connor's scent was everywhere raising old ghosts and tearing painful wounds wide open. And Athena really wasn't a fan.
'Why should I be a fan of that sad excuse of an Alpha?" She grumbled at Aimee, ' He wasn't the one that held your hand on your wedding day or helped to bury your sister, I'm team Brax all the way sugar.' Athena sassed and Aimee grinned as she thought about her gorgeous husband, hell yeah she was team Brax all the way too. Speak of the devil, muscular arms encircled her waist, and before Aimee knew it, the henchman was nuzzling at his mate claim on her neck, completely uncaring that they were in a public place.
Turning away from the window, Aimee returned Braxton's affection with equal fervor, pushing her body tightly against his, as she captured his mouth with her lips, and showed him just how much she loved him. Growling with p
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