✨"Of Trust and Thorns"✨
In a castle wrapped in silver mist,
A stranger blooms where shadows twist.
Soft eyes conceal a trembling heart,
While fate weaves threads that pull apart.
A vow unspoken, a truth unknown,
A king of beasts sits on his throne.
The bond of mates, both fierce and wild,
Protects the broken, heals the mild.
But every rose that dares to bloom,
Hides a thorn that whispers doom.
So guard your heart, sweet soul so pure—
Not all who smile, mean to assure.
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"Eva?" Horace's deep, commanding voice carried a hint of disbelief. "You want to be my mate's nurse?"
Eva smiled, the corners of her lips curving into a picture of innocent charm. "Of course, Alpha. She's our Luna-to-be. Why can't I serve her?"
Across the room, Tiasses's brows furrowed, her gaze sharpening like a blade. What are you planning, Eva? her mind whispered suspiciously.
