~Ivan’s POV~ Natalie is my mate, my beautiful, sexy, strong, and fierce mate. ‘Ours, Ivan!’ Striker growled. ‘Of course douchebag, you know what I meant.’ I retorted. Striker was pissed at himself for allowing us to get involved with Eliza. In the end, it was both our fault. I was still ashamed of how Natalie found us that morning. I messed up so badly. The mate bond should have happened like in fairy tales. The girl and the boy walk into the room and their souls call out to each other. When their eyes meet it’s love at first sight, butterflies, and all. We were supposed to walk up to each other and together speak the words ‘Mate.’ Then mark each other and I would take her home and make her mine. Instead, she saw me touching another woman with my tongue down her throat. When I was busy making out with her, I was suddenly hit with an intoxicating scent. It was strawberries and vanilla. When I looked up in the direction of the door, I saw my beautiful girl, the one I had fallen for
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