Starlight’s POVI should hate the Moon Goddess. For making me his. For tying my soul to the one person who made my life a living hell. But as I watch Helios struggle, his perfect composure crumbling piece by piece, I find myself whispering a silent prayer of thanks. Because this? This is poetic justice.Helios paces like a caged animal, because he's become the alpha who could control everyone but me. His shoulders are taut, his fists clenched, his wolf simmering beneath the surface. Every instinct in his body tells him that I should be his. That I should fold.That the bond should have me whimpering for his touch. It must be agonizing for him to realize… I am not affected the way he expects. Not entirely. I won’t lie to myself, I feel the pull. When he’s close, my heart betrays me, speeding up. His scent, dark cedarwood and crisp frost, prickles at my senses, tempting me.His voice, when he growls my name, sends chills down my spine. But here’s the thing about pain. If you endure enou
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