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The winter woman shivered from head to toe with anticipation.

It was silly to deny herself the pleasure of being with her mate if she was already marked.

Especially when she wanted him just as much.

But then her eyes drifted to the solitary figure of her twin.

She was picking up some planks a few yards away.

Although she’d said she was only doing it to punish him, she knew Abigail wasn’t having a good time.

She was doing it for her sister, so she wouldn’t rub her happiness in her face while Abigail still hadn’t sorted out her love life.

And speaking of the culprit, Hannah saw him subtly approach the redhead.

So much ground to cover, yet he went to pick up the lumber right at her side.

"They’ll work it out, my love."

A strong hand slid around the winter woman’s waist.

"… Fenrir may seem like a half-dumb lunatic, but you can’t imagine how much he can surprise you. He’s more skilled and smarter than you think. He’ll win Abigail’s heart back."

Magnus assured her, and Hannah hoped