Beta Jason’s P.O.V.
It was 8 am when Hera and I finally laid down to sleep. I couldn’t sleep. I can’t believe I was just intimate with the last of the Amazons. This blew me away, but what blew me away was that the Moon Goddess made her my mate.
Three months ago when Cakes introduced us to “The Devils Den” in New York City, we were just supposed to be there for surveillance. The first night we walked in there, I saw her. Six feet tall, slim but muscular for a woman with long curly blonde hair down to her perfect ass with the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Her scent smelled of sugar canes and honey. But I could also smell cherries on her from the Queen of the Witches. It was known that she smells of the sweetest cherries. A smell no one could ever forget once you caught it.
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