…Freya's pov…I stared at Rowland, his form sprawled across the bed, his breathing steady but heavy with the remnants of alcohol. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting a hazy ambiance. I had tucked him in, ensuring his comfort and safety, ready to retreat to my own space and let the night unfold.As I turned to leave, my hand gently gripping the doorknob, I felt a sudden warmth caress my fingertips. Startled, I glanced down to find Rowland's hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch sent an electric jolt through my body, the mate bond stirring within me, awakening a raw desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.In that moment, my thoughts became clouded, my senses heightened by the lingering effects of alcohol. The temptation to surrender to the pull of the bond, to let passion guide my actions, was overwhelming. I could taste the remnants of alcohol on my lips, a bittersweet reminder of the night's in
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