"Another year of not finding my bride," he thought, walking into his first class of the year. He opened the door and stopped in the doorway. He smelt raspberries, and it wasn't the smell of some perfume. It was the smell of his bride. His fated mate. As he walked closer, the smell got stronger. His urges got stronger. It was a woman sitting in the first row. He sat down next to her Hey, I'm Ash he said, cooly
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