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AHBAYA BLOODMOON

I had this dream once after I've mated with the man that I love. It was about Yael and I. That I wasn’t the Queen of Aensland nor was I the Alpha. I was an omega, and he was the one who marked me as his. The two of us were walking hand in hand as we roamed to some far off meadow we've never been to before.

He was all smiles, and I smiled at him. It doesn't make me weak in the knees. Rather, it makes me feel safe, like a big balloon was inflated in my chest before and now it had popped and I could breathe again and I didn't feel any burden.

I trusted him, admired him.

I loved his entire being, even the scar on his back — the scar that he tries to hide from me whenever we’re standing in the same room while we’re naked. I loved the story of how he got the scar even though he finds it frightening. For in that story he learned to fight for himself, he learned how to live.

I also love it whenever Yael smiles, and the sharp fangs show whenever he grinned or spoke. He's t