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Author: Ashabi
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-03 23:58:50

LENA.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice thick with indifference. He turned back to the stairmaster, walking on it, his muscles flaring. He sounded so mean. What did I ever do to him?

“First off, what did I ever do to you? Why do you shut me off? I am your mate, not just some girl. You could have just rejected me like normal humans do. But no, you prefer to taunt me!” I yelled. I couldn't help but let it all out. Every part of me had begun to tremble from the anger that I felt.

Why did I become so unlucky?

Unlucky to find a man like this as a mate. One who was not easy to get over? Gently, he turned to me. His eyes were expressionless, nothing was in them. They were dry and he stared at me with no recognition. As if I shouldn't have spoken to him. As though my words were ridiculous to his ears. “Are you a part of the drama club? Is this your part you are playing out?” He questioned innocently. No sarcasm on his face. No anger, plain innocence.

As if he didn't know what I was
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Ashabi
Hi Marija, thanks for your comments and love for my book. I will continue to give daily updates and finish the book this month......️
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Marija Pavlović
Lena honey... Something feels off. Maybe you should have punched him.
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