Caierre did not argue again. He looked at Alvar for a long moment, trying to read him. The Alpha’s eyes were calm, sharp, dangerous, but Caierre could not find anger there. Only certainty. Only distance. Only a cold kind of dominance that reminded him of how small he was, how fragile. He nodded slowly. Very slowly. His face calm, almost too calm. Like a lake where something dark and restless moved just beneath the surface. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I accept your rejection.” Angel Caierre gasped and hovered closer, panicked. “No! Wait! Say something else! Fight him! Please!” Spiky Horn Caierre went silent. Even he could not find a reason to joke. His grin faded, just a little, and for the first time, Caierre saw the worry in him. Caierre’s mind drifted, just for a second, back to the past. To that first memory. Back to the moment when Alvar had looked at him with those silver, ice-cold eyes and said, so firmly, so cutting: You will never be my mate. He remembered the sting of th
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