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Was it really a coincidence that werewolves met their mates at the exact perfect moment? Or were there spirits working behind them to make it possible?

Cleopatra’s dream was to become the best moon saint on the moon. After being saved by the moon goddess, she’s always been enthusiastic about being the perfect one to live up to her idol’s expectations. She worked hard to graduate and become one. Nevertheless, when she finally got her degree and had her first mission, her life was turned upside down when she woke up in a body; The trap she triggered caused her to fall into a human body while spirits didn’t have one.

Her situation makes it impossible to realize her dream since she doesn’t have access to the moon anymore; Cleopatra was married to a werewolf and didn’t even know that. He was sweet and caring sometimes, while the other times, he was threatening and bestial. However, she fell for him when she expected it the least and he was the same. 

“You don’t need to pray for me any longer… Because I have you now. May the fates of our lives be like the trees in the woods, always intertwined!”
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I was in one of those moments where your mind is blank and your body is asking for more pleasure. I kept asking for more and more until his body slumped next to me. I whispered his name as he did to mine. Somehow calling by my real name made me feel pleased. It was me and not Anais. It was me he made love to and he knew that. I thought of our first time in his somehow like office and realized that something was amiss. I avoided recalling the memory I kept because I felt somehow embarrassed. I have never imagined myself to moan like that.


When I tried to recall the exact memories of that day, the surroundings were blurry and my head started throbbing in waves of pain. My eyes were fixated on the ceiling when I had the realization. My memory was tempered with and someone did it. I faced Andre on the bed as he observed the change in my expression.


Chapter 65