Not a Goodbye
They were both frozen in the place, with Alina on his lap, looking at each other in shock. Suddenly, she was reminded to get up and fix her dress, but her mate stood motionless for another long second. "Julian!" Another bang on the door made him finally jump and rush to open it, a hard look on his handsome face. Alina couldn't understand what was going on properly, but Prince Arthmael look disheveled, with his hand running through his dark hair and his black eyes fixated in Julian's as if they were talking in telepathy. Which they probably were, werewolves had something like mind-linking. Then his eyes moved on her, and realization walked through them as he looked back and forth between Julian and Alina. Maybe their swollen lips, or their flushed faces, or her messy hair had given them
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