My Forbidden Mate
Her face was heavily made up, her lips painted a bold red that matched her dress.
She moved gracefully, her hips swaying as she approached the long dining table. she smiles as she came closer.
My wolf stirred again, but restless this time, there was no growl. No pull. Nothing. The bond that had surged moments before has falling silent. Confusion swept over me. This woman was the one they said will be my mate, but there was no spark, no primal connection that screamed mate.
She stopped in front of me, her eyes locking onto mine. “Alpha Nickolas,” she said. “Welcome to Silverclaw Hollow. I’m Delilah.” she smiled at me. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”
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