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“Let’s make a deal, Casey, sweetheart. You will accept every single allegation I lay on you, and in exchange, I’d provide the much sought-after elixir that would save your Alpha’s life.”

Casey drew in a deep breath, feeling an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. She knew she was probably making a mistake; she knew how vicious her twin sister could get, and yet she didn’t see much of a choice. The Alpha was her mate, and despite how his family treated her with disdain, she loved him. Prepared to do anything for her mate, Alpha Trent, Casey nodded.

“I’d accept more than a nod, Casey,” her identical twin snapped saucily. “Let’s make a vow between ourselves and bind the vow with our wolves. That way, none of us would be able to break away.”

Tears formed in Casey’s eyes at those words from her twin. For Macey to demand a vow as serious as wolf-binding meant she was planning something very vicious. “Do we really have to, sister?”

Macey’s answering laughter was a mixture of sauciness and disdain. “Of course we do, Sister. Just make sure you love your Alpha enough to make this sacrifice for him.”

Casey straightened her back. “Of course, I love him that much – I… we are expecting our first child.” She bent her head slightly to stare lovingly at her lower belly, missing the look of pure envy her sister shot her way.

“Good. Now, make the wolf-binding vow.”

Casey nodded. “I, Casey, bind my wolf to my vow…”

The Luna's Vow

"Vlad, come with me!" Angel giggled, her voice thick and slurring, her hand tugging his arm as she stumbled slightly, her wine cup long abandoned.

Vlad laughed, a short, rough sound, his boots scuffing the floor as he let her pull him through the crowd, his shoulders loose from the wine.

They wove through the hall, dodging a warrior who raised his mug, and slipped into the quiet corridor. Angel's grip tightened, her fingers digging into his sleeve as she led him to his room, her steps unsteady but determined. She pushed the door open, her hair bouncing as she spun to face him, her eyes glinting in the dim light of a single candle.

"What's happening, Angel?" Vlad asked, his voice low, his hands shoving into his pockets as he leaned against the door frame, his head tilting slightly.

Skin Against Skin.