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His fated mate that they all hoped would come one day despite the tales that said that a wolf born of blood couldn’t be loved —not in a thousand lifetimes —not in this one.
His fated mate who would finally bring a little warmth to their soft, gentle pup’s cold, sad world. His fated mate who would light up his darkness.
“And he really didn’t notice?”
“Did you?” he chuckles.
“The first time, yes,” the alpha frowns. “The second time— I was just in denial.”
“Goddess, are you sure you two aren’t twin flames?” Damian chuckles.
“How’s he handling it?”
“Better than you,” Damian shrugs. “Worse than me.”
“Lyn made it easy for you,” the younger wolf huffs.
“No, the moon goddess made it easy for me because she knew that Lyn would make it damn near impossible.”
“f**k off,” Azariel laugh
