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... he horizon as I stepped onto the terrace, watching Victoria’s sleeping form through the open doorway. Even in slumber, she captivated me—her chestnut hair splayed across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, her scent a bewitching mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers that called to my wolf.
Ronan stirred restlessly within me. *She should not wander alone.*
*She’s not a prisoner,* I reminded my wolf, though I shared his protective instincts.
Yesterday had been to ...
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