Vera’s POV"I, Vera Lane, reject you, Robert Chelles, as my mate."Those words — calm, unhurried, final — hit the room like a stone dropped into still water, and the ripples spread instantly. Every guest erupted at once, whispers crashing into each other from every direction.I turned to leave without looking back.A pair of strong, warm hands caught me. I turned and came face to face with Robert's young, handsome face.His eyes were a pale, washed-out blue. They used to make me think of the quiet mystery of Lake Daylan.Right now, they were brewing a storm.It had been so long since I'd seen him this young. I stood there for a moment, thrown.Robert stepped forward and pulled me against him in one smooth motion, no room to resist, no question of refusal.He leaned down slightly, his voice low and tightly leashed: "If you want to throw a tantrum, at least pick your moment."In my previous life, Robert had kept up a flawless performance — patient, tender, the ideal mate. So this undisgu
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