Bound- Paul Lahote X OC

Bound- Paul Lahote X OC

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A sharp, skeptical anthropology undergrad from a family of coal town teachers and midwives, Rory-Kate Kincaid grew up balancing folklore with fact. She's the kind of girl who wears steel-toed boots to a library lecture, calls you out without flinching, and leaves claw marks in your memory. Sent to La Push to document oral storytelling traditions, she didn't expect to go toe-to-toe with a brooding shapeshifter who hates outsiders almost as much as she hates being underestimated. And she definitely didn't expect Paul Lahote. Old magic doesn't just give, it asks for something in return. Paul Lahote x OC fanfic Post Breaking Dawn Warning: mature themes
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