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Cult.

“No wonder.” My wolf heard you and work me up from the coma that the cursed knife put me through. I can’t believe it. I whisper.

“Our bond cannot be broken nor separated.” Alejandro is bound to know that now. She says and I take a hold of her chin and kiss her.

“I close my eyes, remembering how her kisses feel and how soothing it made me. She puts one hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat and connect with me on an intimate level.” We gaze at each other after departing our lips and I can see love in her eyes for me.

“You are beautiful.” I say and she smiles.

“Come on, we have lots to do and tomorrow is a new day.” Fiona says and I follow her indoors.

The next day, I wake up a bang on my door and as I run out of bed to open it…Irish is standing right at the door with a rugged, fierce expression. I can already tell that whatever is happening is detrimental because of the look in his face.

What is it? I ask, waiting for the gravity of the news to hit me.

It is Alejandro. He has foun