The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate
“I… I don’t know where to start.”
“Start from the beginning, sweetie,” Mom encouraged, her voice soft and comforting.
Taking a shaky breath, I nodded. “Earlier today… I met my mate.”
Mom gasped, her eyes lighting up. “Your mate? Oh, honey, that’s wonderful!”
But Dad’s eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you look happy about it?”
“Because,” I said, my voice trembling. “It was Alpha Mason.”
The warmth in Mom’s expression evaporated. “Mason? Are you sure?”
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