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It was so perfectly in sync; it should’ve been choreographed. Seriously. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.

“Welcome to the official start of the seventh annualMating Season,” Jay Renfro’s voice filled the living room. Everyone quieted down. Aspen took her last bite of ice cream and handed me the empty bowl as she yawned again.

“They said it’s not too bad in the beginning,” Aspen whispered, pulling the blanket up to her chin and snuggling beside me. “I guess at the end, they turned us into the bad guys though. I’m interested to see what I look like in my villain era.”

I laughed as I kissed the top of her head, feeling her body go lax against mine. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait to watch this?”

“Season eight tomorrow. Want to see Opal. You’re so warm.”

And the mumbling begins.

I laid my head back against the couch as Jay Renfro continued to recite the opening credits. At least she’d waited until it was on streaming to get invested in watching our season, even if I had no interest in how the producers portrayed us after their loss in the settlement.

But Aspen could watch it tomorrow.

Maybe I’d even take the day off work and spend more time with her. The pack would be okay.

I glanced at the digital display on the microwave as Aspen let out a little snore.

Nine PM.

Like clockwork.

My mate fell asleep by my side. I lay next to her, resting my eyes, as the world around us who hadn’t already seen the premiere of the 7thannualMating Seasonfell in love with watching our love story play out on TV.

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