You are my Mate, My Luna.

Davina's point of view

I stood frozen on the spot, staring at him like he had grown couple more heads and horns. 

    What the hell is he saying?

      I heard wrong right?

      "No Davina. You didn't hear wrong. You are my mate. My beautiful mate." 

    Cameron repeated so easily, gently brushing my cheek.

    I was again taken aback.

    I can't be his mate.

 "Cameron, do you see horns on my head?" I asked him in a serious tone.

    He knitted his brows in a frown. "No!"

    "Do I have a tail behind? Do you see a paws on me?" 

     He shook again. "No!"

    "Exactly. I'm neither a wolf, nor do I have any trace of any if it in my blood. I can't be your mate." 

      He smiled, having a knowing look as if he knew