Ours

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Kyrell Third person Kyrell stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't surprised that Samiel figured it out. The man has always been very observant. What surprised him was the excitement in his voice. "Tell no one about it." Kyrell said and resumed his stride. He doesn't care about her. The fragile being that makes him question his sanity. Samiel could see the tension on his prince shoulder, even when he was trying too hard to mask it. He picked up his pace. "But why shouldn't I? You found your fated mate. That I extremely hard to come by for lycans, and you found yours." Samiel followed behind him until they got to Kyrell's study. "I don't believe you should keep this a secret. Not when the hunt is tomorrow." Kyrell sat on his seat behind the mahogany desk, and started working on the fil

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