[Gwyneth] Enzo’s body suddenly went rigid, the warmth draining from him before he pulled away. “Please get dressed…” he said quietly, his voice distant and icy. My body was still burning, the heat of the moment refusing to fade, but it was already slipping into something hollow. “I shouldn’t have done this,” he suddenly said, sharper this time. I swallowed hard. It felt like ice had been poured straight into my chest. He was right. I was going to marry Lucian. I had known the rules of our world all my life; bonding outside of vows wasn’t just forbidden, it was dangerous. Fated or not, once a wolf chose another path, consequences always followed. We dressed quickly, in silence, careful not to look at each other. ‘Gwen, you absolute idiot,’ 
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