Chapter 72 The Morning After

Kael Noctravan:

He brought his muzzle to her neck, sniffing her. Her fur smelled like partner: honey and lavender... Holy fuck! The bastard was ready to mount her.

No! — I roared at him, because she was clearly still irritated.

But to him, it was amusing.

If it were any other wolf, her thr...

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