Soraya's POV“Isn't this girl the whore Darius brought home? Why is she having dinner with us?”I froze where I stood, my hand trembling in mid-air. The voice came from the girl with long blonde hair and brown eyes, her expression twisted in disgust as she looked at me like I was filth. My chest tightened, and my feet refused to move forward.Before I could gather the courage to sit down, the woman who seemed to be in her forties spoke up.“Emily, don’t say things like that. Why would you say such a thing? She’s Darius’ guest, probably.”But the sting of the insult still clung to my skin. My throat burned, and I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the table, as though ignoring them would make me invisible.Then the man who I recognized spoke.“She’s not Darius’’ guest, Aunt. She’s his mate.”Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she turned her glare back to me, almost as if she couldn’t believe what she’d heard.“His mate? What? His mate is a whore?”“That’s enough,” Darius snapped, his tone f
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