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You Are My Own
"Leilyn," King Alejandro said, his voice low. I closed my eyes, hugging Zidane even tighter, my chest heaving, my body lightly trembling from the pain in my back. It hurt like hell, and I could feel the blood running down from the wounds. "Zidane," I whispered, my fingers going to his nape. "Please. Please, recognize me. You said I had a beautiful scent. You said you could trust me. Don't forget that right now. Let that not be lies. Please." There was no response. He wasn't moving anymore, and the room was dead silent. I couldn't risk moving, even though I knew the biggest risk was being here with him. I moved even closer, my lips parting against his skin. He smelled strongly of his wolf, and I kissed the part of his neck right below his ear, my fingers caressing his nape. "You remem
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