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“For real,” I mutter.

“Don’t listen to these two spoilsports.” Tony laughs. “Go, go, go, Marcel, claim your woman.”

He sneers at Tony. “Oh, I will.” He nuzzles his nose into Elise’s neck. “I’ve been waiting so long to find my mate. Seems like it was really worth the wait.”

Elise, still having her legs around him like Donkey Kong, grabs his face between her hands and peppers him with kisses. “I think we should get it out of the way instantly because there is not even a single doubt for me.” She smiles at him. “I, Elise Desjardins, accept you, Marcel Sanders, as my mate.”

Marcel repeats her words, just changing their names and accepting the bond. He closes his eyes, and I can see a blissful smile on his lips as he feels the bond strengthening and tying them to each other.

“I bet my mark will look beautiful on you.” Elise smirks.

He growls slightly. “As beautiful as mine will look on you.”

Arman clears his throat. “I hate to interrupt this.” His tone is earnest, yet it’s hard to know if he is displeased or amused. “But I’d ask you not to mark in public.”

With Elise still having her arms and legs around Marcel, Marcel makes it to our table, sitting down with his mate on his lap. Anthony raises his brows. “You’re like a tick, you know? Is there a way to tug you off?”

Elodie snorts in amusement, but Elise doesn’t mind, peppering Marcel’s face with kisses. “You’re just envious I got such a handsome, hot, chocolaty mate.”

“Ah, no, Marcel is cute.” Anthony crunches his nose. “But he isn’t exactly my type.”

“You’re breaking my heart.” Marcel gasps. “Good thing I have my Milky Way bar to lick my wounds.”

Elise wiggles her brows. “I can lick more than that.”

Elodie and I groan at her words while Tony just laughs. Meanwhile, Arman has listened to the silly banter in complete silence. I wonder if he already regrets coming to help us or if he is secretly amused. I have no idea, but this is certainly going to get interesting.

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Holy Guacamole

*ELISE*

Icouldn’tcarelessabout what the others say or if they tease me for being all over my mate. I am just so happy to have found my mate in Marcel, one of my favorite people on this planet. He is kind, hilarious, hot, smart, and caring. He raised his little sister after their parents died and always had her best interest in mind.

This makes me go all mushy for him. He is such an awesome person. I can’t believe how lucky I got that the Moon Goddess chose him as my mate.

And he is hot, too.

Very hot.

To save my mate from having to carry me around the whole day, I decided to walk on my own for the rest of the day, but with his hand firmly in mine. He is the hottest and the sweetest, and he is so fucking tall! Ever since I saw him, I had a little crush on him.

He isn’t as bulked up as Tony and Henry or Arman, but I like them leaner anyway, and he has abs to die for, as my fingers already probed. And his ass. Holy guacamole! He could probably crack a nut open with these ass cheeks.

Samara, my lycan, wags her tail at the thought of our mate.We hit the jackpot,she exclaims.

Absolutely,I agree.He is the whole package.

And it means we can stay here in this area, and—

She hasn’t even finished her sentence when a squeal leaves my lips. My mate looks at me, stunned, while the rest of our friends turn to look at me. I reluctantly let go of Marcel’s hand and hurry to my sister, grabbing her hand. “You know what this means, that I found my mate here!?”

Elodie blinks at me, confused. She has always had difficulties reading between the lines. To imagine they call her the smarter twin… the audacity. “What?”

Henry, however, catches on, judging by the shit-eating grin that lights up his face. He doesn’t smile much, so this looks a bit creepy now… in a cute way.

“Elise, you will be staying,” he says.

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