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Chapter 4 Freedom

Word Count: 1126    |    Released on: 23/10/2023

ng me back into my upright posture. They felt warm, deli

rom my back, coldness now flowing to the fo

om the lack of his enormous, toasty warm hands. He seems to feel it, reaching

s widen in astonishment as I stuff them in my pockets. "You don't

me. Yes, I trust you. Alt

nce, almost from surprise rather than annoyance. Bafflement is carved

ated with myself. Why d

his somewhat decreased smile, he appears unfazed, ne

erson rea

else you'll be waiting forever," I glance a

ver. I have all the time in the world,"

n I forget? He is

orever," I mutter, my voice caught up by his keen ears. Silence spreads between

starts to melt my heart. "I th

Wait a

me in response, holding my school ID before my eyes. Narrowi

hurl myself at him, and he smiles malicious

not going to obtain my ID back by force. He is moving his arms so swiftly that it's hard

planning on gi

image was shot. It was roughly six months ago, and also the day when I misplaced my glasses yet again, leaving me hal

nuinely has been

sunshine seems to catch on his azure hair and shimmer, making his whole he

it will take you long t

hocked by his pompousness and how hone

r and flashes me a bright, dazzling smile. I am

retort bitingly, "I prefer a trait in

rain, o

t before. I will give anything, even my life, for you. I realize it's a crazy remark to make, but I

, stopping his rage. I can't believe my hearing,

in the forest. I'm typically not too friendly to trespassers that stumble our way." After a short stretch of astonished stillness

me that I'm his "mate", linked to him for life (or afterlife), a

in his lovely green eyes, silent

Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe he just wants the gratification of having me

on't I get a choice on whether to be his mate? Is he s

e from this nightmare. My crimson hair falls onto my face, my hands trembling. Liam

sappearing from my sight. I hear the pounding of footsteps

one, you are

und my toes as I skid over the muddy earth, my bare feet stained brown. My red hair is free and curly, flying as a blast of chilly wind blow

m is a

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