Dead Or Alive
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Last published Mon, Dec 23, 2019
Tempest was in love. With a man he couldn't have. Ever since he met Vulcan Stone he yearned for him. There was a deep feeling deep in his bones that dragged him to Vulcan. It was tortuous, leaving him making petty attempts to catch Vulcan's attention. Even more so knowing that he was cursed and could never feel his mate. He thought about asking Vulcan if he was his mate but could never work up the courage. It didn't help that Vulcan ignored him the most he possibly could. Tempest had always wanted to be alive, truly. To live and mostly to be loved. But most of all the thing he wanted the most was for Vulcan to love him.
Vulcan was keeping a secret. One that was killing him. One that held him back from ever really living. Making him lie to the one most precious to him, and he didn't even know it. The pain was killing him, leaving him almost dead inside, and the only person that could make him live again he was lying to.
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