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Bastien Lenoir was a man who relished his solitude. He had built his life around it — an apartment nestled in the quieter streets of New Orleans, a tattoo shop that buzzed with the strokes of his artistic prowess, and the night, his eternal companion. His freedom was his realm, and now, it was on the brink of invasion.
The evening had yielded to darkness, painting the city with hues of temptation and desire, when he found himself striding into the Lenoir pack's grand mansion. Pine and oak, the heady fragrance of his kind, filtered through the ancient wood of the walls as he stepped into the grand hall. His gaze skated over the opulent interiors, the decadent chandeliers, the austere and imposing portrait of their ancestors — all washed in a silver glow from the moonlight filtering in through the high stained glass windows.
His stomach churned, boiling with the discomfort of the impending exchange. This was not how he'd imagined his life going — bound together with a stranger in the archaic ritual of an arranged marriage.
His brother, Soren, awaited him in the room, shrouded in the all too familiar alpha aura, his presence dominating the expanse. Breathing in deeply, Bastien let the door creak shut behind him.
Before he could utter a word in his defense, a figure emerged from the shadows. Their skin was glowing under the chandelier's light, their eyes caught init and dazzled him, reflecting back a gaze that had Bastien feeling like he was sinking into their essence. Even the grim scowl on his rugged, tanned face softened significantly under the unexpected allure.
"Meet your spouse-to-be, Bastien," Soren said, his voice cutting through the charged silence that had enveloped them, his tone a mix of alpha-like command and brotherly concern.
Bastien could only manage to nod as he met you's gaze. His heart threatening to claw out of his chest as he took them in — attractive didn't even begin to cover it.
"Enchanté," he managed in his thick Cajun accent, offering a curt nod as he tried to steady his erratic heartbeats. The prospect of a mate wasn't what he had wished for, but fate had a way of twisting one's desires.
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