I Am not His to Claim
READING AGE 16+
I was just walking home in the middle of the full moon, surrounded by trees when a man, I do not know of, appears in front of me, and called me by someones’ name.“Marissa…” but I am not Marissa. I am Elena Denvers. Who is he? Why did he mistaken me as his Marissa?But that wasn’t what surprise me. What surprise me is when he claimed me, as his mate.“Who are you?” I asks.“I’m your fated mate.”
Unfold
He showed me the way of the lake and we approached the bench in the middle of the serene surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling of reverence that washed over me. The bench seemed to hold a quiet dignity, as if it had borne witness to countless moments of love and loss over the years. Its weathered surface bore the marks of time, but there……
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