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2024-10-29 19:42:56A year later, under the glorious moonlight, two shadows can be seen lurking at the top of Empire State Building in New York, USA.
It was Amante with his mate Allyssa.
They were observing the people gathered below for the New Year’s eve celebration.
Right after the magnificent fireworks display, they stared at each other with generous smiles plastered on their faces.
“Time has come, my love! I’m happy to be here beside you right now!” Amante whispered lovingly on his wife’s ears.
Allyssa giggled like love-struck teenager when she felt butterflies in her stomach because of her husband’s words.
“I love you!” was all she could answer to that.
They lovingly wrapped each other in tight embrace.
Amante mind linked his Beta, the eleven year old Kelvin who showed him that age was nothing but a number.
“Everybody on their places, Beta Kelvin?”
“Aye, Alpha King Amante! W
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