Chapter Thirty-Two: After He Was Done 3

Elara’s POV

I pressed my forehead to my knees and cried until my throat burned. My wolf paced under my skin the whole time. Unsettled. Agitated. Confused. She was angry, yes. She was hurting too. But beneath the anger there was something more humiliating. Recognition. A pull toward the male who had ...

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