Selene pov

“So, about me and Sylvester,” I said, biting my lip, unsure if I wanted to say more. “The truth is… we would never work out.”

Lyra’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “Why not?”

Holding my collar down, I showed her the faded bite mark on my neck.

“Ohhh, you’re mated,” Lyra said, eyes widening slightly. “Then why don’t you give off the scent?”

I shrugged, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness.

“It’s a long story,” I said quietly.

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