TRIXIE'S POV
I stood in front of my vanity mirror the next morning, carefully fastening a delicate gold chain around my neck.
As I adjusted my collar, my mind kept traitorously drifting back to yesterday. The way Hunter had pinned me against the mattress. The heavy, burning press of his mouth. The alarming size of what was hidden in his boxers.
I shook my head violently, glaring at my reflection. Stop it, Trixie. Get a grip.
I was losing my mind to him, and it was happening way too fast. I didn't even believe in this stupid, mythical "destined mate" saga in the first place. I was a human heiress.
I was supposed to be completely in control of my life, not lying awake at 2:00 AM wondering how a werewolf’s body works. I needed to pull back immediately before I completely lost myself.
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