A Wishful Thinking

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Killian’s P.O.V. “I really don’t understand why you insisted on marrying her. She is just a human,” Noah asked me in a confused and frustrated tone. My eyes were still glued on the slim figure of my wife who was now discussing the fate of his father with other high rankers of this pack. The seriousness on her face and the way she was holding herself among them was quite admirable. “You still have a few years to find your mate, Killian,” Noah said in a low tone, and I scoffed bitterly. “What is the Moon Goddess hasn’t given me one?” I asked him in a sarcastic tone, still having my eyes on my wife. “You have found yours, and you also have Theo now. What do I have?” I asked him in a bitter tone without any hesitation. He was my best friend and was always with me through every highs and lows

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