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Jules felt like her head was spinning. She couldn't understand how she landed in the current situation where she was kneeling in front of a lycan who was nowhere good enough for her to do such a thing, and yet when he called her 'his little good girl', something jolted awake in her. She felt utterly pleased. Loved. Wanted. Desired.
Even if it was for a short while, she wanted this to go on. She wanted someone to love her just because she was Jules and not Jules Drakos. For a night alone, she wanted to forget that name.