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A couple of weeks had passed since Emilia’s dinner at our house. Life had settled back into a comfortable routine, with training, school, and work taking up the majority of our time.
I looked at my beautiful mate, sitting on her vanity chair, doing her make up as she prepared for our date night. It was our thirteenth anniversary.
"You look beautiful, babe," I complimented her, admiring the way her black dress hugged her curves.
"Thanks, baby," she replied, looking at herself in the mirror, her red lipstick making her look sexy as f**k.
She was stunning, and I was a lucky wolf.
Age has done nothing but make her look even more radiant. Her skin is soft and supple, her hair a thick, glossy curtain. She had aged like a fine wine. And I keep falling more and more in love with her ev
