“What am I to you, Matteo?” Myra asked, her voice shaking with emotion. “What am I? I am your mate. I belong to you the same way you belong to me. Through the good times and through the bad times. You don’t get to push me away like your feelings don’t affect me.” Matteo looked down at her and gently caressed her cheek. “I’m fine,” he said quietly. “I can handle it.” Myra moved his hand away at once, anger flashing in her eyes. “No. You’re not fine. You can’t handle this alone. Do you take me for a fool? I can feel your emotions. I felt how much you wanted to kill that man the moment you saw him. So either you tell me the truth, or I will go and find out myself.” She stared into his eyes, waiting for an answer. But Matteo remained silent. “Fuck this,” she muttered. She pulled away from his arms and walked toward the door. Before she could reach it, Matteo grabbed her arm. “Let me go,” she said, trying to pull free. But instead of answering, Matteo pulled her back and buried his
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