13| Finding His Mate

"She is Mine!"

He growled in a challenging tone looking straight into the eyes of Dante who was looking with equal ferocity into his. It seems like both of them were ready to pounce and kill each other with bare hands.

Dante's gaze was drawn to his hand, which was clutching his love's wrist, and his blood began to boil even more. He has been in love with her for five years, and he can't just let him win because the moon Goddess has chosen him for her or he has the power or authority. He is also a man with strength and he is going to fight for his love till his last breath.

Lycan King was all set to attack Dante, Orla read his next move and spoke to distract him.

"Leave my hand," she said, twisting her wrist to break free from his iron grip. "I am not yours!"

"You are all mine!" He growled again, this time turning his head to meet Orla's gaze and instill his words in her mind, "You are my mate!"

Orla's eyes widened slightly as she heard those words coming from his mouth.

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