I Am not His to Claim
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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.”
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They say the blood moon is beautiful.
They lied.
It rose like a wound in the sky—red, raw, and pulsating with an energy that didn’t feel divine. It felt ancient. Angry. Like the sky itself was opening its mouth to scream.
And the howls… oh God, the howls. They came from every corner of the forest, each one ……
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