Happy Birthday, Jasmine

Zane gave a small chuckle. "You have barely turned eighteen. I am not a predator."

She looked up to him. "Is that the only reason? Or because you see me as a child who you absolutely..."

He gave a smile. "You are attracted to me because I am older. Take some time for yourself."

Jasmine swallowed. "You...will you wait for me?"

He raised a brow. "You have something that belongs to me." He wanted to rephrase it so bad. Tell her that her, in entirety, body, soul, and matebonds, belonged to him. But he kept it to himself. In as much as she wanted him now, he knew better than to immediately indulge. He didn't want a fleeting attraction.

He needed to slowly work on her, like a work of art, mould her to want only him, carve her so she could only accommodate him. It was the perfect thing to do. She was, according to the moon goddess, his own.

As long as he kept her away from the bloodsuckers, she would be completely safe, and he would have all the time in the world to do whatever he wanted.

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