FAKE MATE, REAL BOND
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“What deal?” My voice cracked. “There was no deal! You chose me. You said I was your mate”
“I said keep it a secret,” he snapped, stepping closer, towering over me. “Because it was never real. You were convenient, Gina. Someone to warm my bed until I made my real choice.”
I staggered back as if he’d slapped me.
No. No, no, no.
“Brandon, you marked me, I am your mate and we both know this.”