Father Z’tal’s voice rings out clear and passionate as he delivers his Sunday sermon. Suddenly a tightness in his chest. His very nature is working against him. His mate. His chosen one. They are here. Among the congregation. He tries to fight it, but then his eyes fall on them. His mate. Standing in the back of the church. He looks the way and finishes his sermon. He ignores the growing pressure in his chest. He can’t give in. He can’t.
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16/03/2025