The Mate He Hates
I watched him control his temper for a moment before he finally opened his eyes and held my gaze.
“Are you falling in love with Amanda?” His question sent a jolt through me, making me freeze in place. Falling in love with Amanda? The thought alone is absurd, yet as I recall her scent, the way my body reacts to her presence, and the inexplicable pull I feel towards her, I can't deny there's something stirring within me, but I won’t accept it; it can’t be possible. “How absurd,” I gave out a bitter scoff. “I? Love Amanda? A lady who killed my mate? Impossible,” I shook my head with a scoff. Matthew stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face. “So you are telling me that you are fuck
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