Just mentioning the words “fated mate” was enough to trigger a new wave of irritation in Dexter after so long. He radiated his raw Alpha aura, shaking the air in the room.“Hey, how many times do I have to say it? There's no such thing as a fated mate.” Dexter spat out the words as if they were poison.“It's just a fairy tale, a weakness woven into our legends to make us complacent, weak, and dependent.”He was an Alpha with pure, supreme Alpha blood. He didn't depend on anyone, on anything, let alone a fated mate to complete him.“Everything I have and will ever have is thanks to my strength, my will, not some mystical, fragile bond with a woman. I'm a fucking Alpha, damn it.”“But,” Enrique pressed on, knowing full well he was risking his life. "The signs are clear. Do you think it makes more sense to accuse Miss Narsha of being a witch than your fated mate?“”Signs, my ass.“ Dexter scoffed. ”There are no signs, Enrique. And even if, by some strange joke of the universe, such a thin
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