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He is mine.
Clarissa “I am not taking part in it,” I said sternly, my voice sharper than I intended. Magnus stood in front of me, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. He had come to tell me I should join Ariel—his so-called destined mate—to plan the annual end-of-festivities event. I felt my chest tighten. Every word out of his mouth felt like another nail in the coffin of everything we had built together. For the past four years, this event has been my responsibility. Mine. I had poured my heart and soul into it, making it a highlight for the entire pack. Every detail, every decoration, every moment of joy that the event brought had been crafted by me. And now he wanted me to hand it over? To her? “Clarissa, come on,” he said, his tone exasperated. “Ariel just got here. She doesn’
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