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Chapter 7

Hazeal

Soon all the mates were joint and the celebration was slowly coming to an end. All the while I felt like I was floating, it still very much felt like a dream to me.

He grasped my hand and slowly pulled me to the exit along with other mated pairs. When we made it out of the pack house I took my hand out of his and watched his face slowly morph into a from as his thick eyebrows narrowed, although he didnt make any attempt to take back my ...

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