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Was it really a coincidence that werewolves met their mates at the exact perfect moment? Or were there spirits working behind them to make it possible? Cleopatra’s dream was to become the best moon saint on the moon. After being saved by the moon goddess, she’s always been enthusiastic about being the perfect one to live up to her idol’s expectations. She worked hard to graduate and become one. Nevertheless, when she finally got her degree and had her first mission, her life was turned upside down when she woke up in a body; The trap she triggered caused her to fall into a human body while spirits didn’t have one. Her situation makes it impossible to realize her dream since she doesn’t have access to the moon anymore; Cleopatra was married to a werewolf and didn’t even know that. He was sweet and caring sometimes, while the other times, he was threatening and bestial. However, she fell for him when she expected it the least and he was the same. “You don’t need to pray for me any longer… Because I have you now. May the fates of our lives be like the trees in the woods, always intertwined!” ****** If someone is in need of affordable covers, you can DM my friend here: https://web.facebook.com/ruther.sibag Ruther Vergara Sibag on Facebook.

Cheers_everyone · Fantasi
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Chapter 87

Claude had his eyes on me with a smirk. He was teasing me, right? I won't turn old just from thinking too much. Now that I think about it, humans grew up with time. I completely forgot about it since spirits don't change appearances. I don't know what to think about that. As I dived into my thoughts again, Claude pulled my cheeks causing me pain. He stretched them as if they were dough. After they were red, he let go of them.

"What are you doing? Do you want to make my cheeks bigger than they are? Should I say ouch?" I frowned.

"I told you to stop thinking about meaningless things. On the other hand, mother will make her appearance soon. You will know it when she will be here. By the way, she doesn't know about us," he put a finger over his mouth. "She isn't clever as you in terms of mysteries; she is more into scheming her way out from anything."

"Where are you going? You will leave me again," I couldn't help but pout.