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... �𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Lucas didn’t move.
Not right away.
The stillness that followed the alpha was thick, humid with leftover pheromones and the ghost of Trevor’s mouth still clinging to his skin. The suite, normally calm and airy with the faint scent of bergamot and paper, now smelled wrong. Or rather, right, but too much.
Like Trevor.
Like something territorial and tethering.
Lucas slowly let himself fall back onto the pillows, the tablet forgotten som ...
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