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104 | My love, my life

Amelia’s POV

‘It’s him,’ said Maeve. Before I could fully process what she meant, my wolf came to an abrupt halt.

Then I scented what she had. Carried on the winter wind was him: bravery and cleverness and silliness and wide, toothy grins and deep, dark, longing looks. Too-long legs and powerful muscles and calloused, gentle hands.

Kieran.

Distantly, I felt a body smack into my rear. I didn’t care; I didn’t even bother to look at who it was. They mindlinked me. I didn’t care.

I shifted out, needing to go to him as myself. I wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to feel his bare skin against mine. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, this need; it ate away at me, pulling at my soul as I turned back towards my love, my life, and drifted over to him on feather-light feet.

It didn’t matter that I was naked. It didn’t matter that there were people watching me. I was barely aware of them.

I just wanted him.

My blood burned in my veins. I flexed my fingers; each joint ached to close arou
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