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MONICA’S POV
I sat on the couch in my living room watching it get filled up with furniture by the humans I had paid to do it, thinking of Lucien. I had called a taxi immediately he had left and had made sure the taxi man drove crazy on the roads just so we wouldn’t lose sight of Lucien and I had scanned his neighborhood for houses, looking for who was likely to sell their houses or pack out so I could move in after receiving a handsome sum from me, but luck was on my side. There was an empty house and it happened to be right in front of Lucien’s house.
Now that was fate.
Maybe something was wrong with our wolves and they weren’t howling to each other? That couldn’t be possible. We weren’t mates but that didn’t mean we couldn’t be in love.
It seemed like Lucien was going to be a lot
