My rebellious Mate
Then she uttered what destroyed the few remaining attempts to control my emotions, impulsively muttering, "No, he's my mate."
This word was enough to completely destroy me and the appearance of the barbaric part of me.
I snarled hard, pushed her body and crouched on top of her, pinned her to the bed, pressed her neck hard, and roared hard, "What are you saying?! Whose mate?! Have you lost your mind?"
"I mean my friend Alexander," she whispered to me in a choked voice.
The difference in meaning between these two words in this world, such as the difference between the sun and the moon,.
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