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Third Person\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Magnus soaked on his back, tightened his gaze on her. \u201cWere you\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel blinked, caught off guard. \u201cIt\u2019s fine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
hit?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u767d\u00a0<\/p>\n
23\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was only wine. A splash of liquid, nothing more. If anything, Magnus had borne most of the\u00a0<\/p>\n
wetness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYour coat\u2019s wet. Go change,\u201d he murmured, his claws brushing against her hand as he guided her. \u201cCome with me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel laughed lightly, surrendering her paw to his. \u201cFine, fine. Together.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Unbothered by the eyes around them, Magnus bent, pressing a tender nuzzle to her cheek. \u201cThanks, little wolf.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The younger cubs squeaked and jabbered, teasing about the pair as they had caught the scent of affection\u2014the playful \u201cfeeding of dog-food\u201d as they called it. Usually, all of them skirted Magnus, wary of the Shadowbane Alpha, but now they dared to speak freely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus curved his lips at Alfie, who had shifted aside without a word, allowing the younger Alpha to lead Aysel away. In less than a heartbeat, Magnus had whisked her from the crowd, leaving onlookers envious of their bond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only Jenny, tucked in the corner, rolled her eyes, watching Alfie-the first to notice Aysel in danger, now frozen in the echo of his delayed reach-his amber gaze fixed and distant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus changed swiftly, though reluctant to leave Aysel behind. She perched atop his thigh, the silk of her cerulean dress clinging to damp fur, breath uneven, gaze dazed, lips glistening where he had kissed them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo more,\u201d she murmured, tapping the strong ridge of his chest. \u201cOthers can\u2019t see this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHm,\u201d Magnus grunted, understanding the warning. Yet the thought of rival wolves circling his treasure stirred a low growl in his chest. He would not expose her heart to them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you love me most?\u201d he whispered, nuzzling the curve of her neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d Aysel replied, unreserved, her claws lightly grazing his nape.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus pressed another soft kiss to her muzzle, \u201cThen shall we bind our lives together?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s ears twitched. \u201cSuddenly proposing marriage?\u201d She had thought they would savor the\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 298\u00a0<\/p>\n
stages of their bond, their courtship, the heat of their pack-mate passion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A\u00a0<\/p>\n
23\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI fear others might covet you,\u201d he said, teeth grazing her paw lightly, marking her scent as his. \u201cAnd I cannot bear the thought.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s heart constricted at his tender assertion. She laughed, entwining her paws around his neck, lightly biting his throat. \u201cWho could steal you from me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her declaration was fearless, the trust of the pack unshakable. \u201cBut\u2026 if you want to bind our lives, I agree.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus, the first to propose, fell silent, hands caressing her soft, pale fur, pinching gently in playful dominance. \u201cYou\u2019ll spoil me, little wolf.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if I do?\u201d she teased, eyes gleaming like moonlit water.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll confine you,\u201d he said, growling softly against her neck. \u201cAll of you, my scent upon you, every heartbeat bound to mine, until death consumes us both. Our ashes intertwined. The next cycle, the same entanglement, forever.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s eyes shone, unafraid, even brighter. \u201cThen we can mark our mourning cycles together,\u201d she said with a sly smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus chuckled, nose nudging her face with devotion. \u201cLittle wolf-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was his gift from the stars, radiant and untouchable, yet his responsibility to protect. Every flick of her tail, every playful snarl, he cherished.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time Magnus and Aysel returned to the inner hall, the engagement ceremony of the Sanchez and Bluemoon Packs was already approaching its final phase.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus\u2019 usually sharp, predatory features had softened slightly, while Aysel\u2019s crimson lips glimmered like the blood-red berries of winter under the torchlight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jenny stole glances at them, then at Alfie, who smiled politely but whose amber eyes held a flicker of quiet longing. She couldn\u2019t help the pang of melancholy stirring in her chest-but meddling with this bond was forbidden.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u540d\u00a0<\/p>\n
730\u00a0<\/p>\n
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15:24 Tue, Dec 23\u00a0<\/p>\n
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