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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's lips brushed Angel's inner thigh, his hands gently spreading her legs as he knelt between them on the bed, the candlelight casting soft shadows across her skin.

Her dress lay crumpled on the floor, his shirt discarded beside it, their bodies already bare from hurried, eager hands. He kissed lower, his breath warm against her, his tongue flicking out to taste her, slow and deliberate.

Angel's hips shifted, her fingers gripping the sheets, a soft moan escaping her lips, low and melodic, like a note held too long.

"Oh, Vlad," she slurred, her voice thick with wine and desire, her head tilting back, hair spilling over the pillow. Her thighs trembled under his hands, her breath hitching as his tongue moved in steady, teasing strokes, circling and pressing. She moaned again, louder, a sound that filled the room, her back arching slightly, her hands sliding to his hair, tugging gently.

Skin Against Skin Pt 2