His Highlander Luna
He grinned and turned to face me, resting his hand upon the counter, releasing a large sigh.
“I am fully aware that we are mates Emily. And I have a genuine fondness for you, and yes, I can feel the mate pull. I nearly marked you this morning. But I must refrain and mark Bridgette tonight when I mate with her. Nothing against you my dear, but frankly, you are not good enough to be my Luna or the mother of my pups.” His words caused my tears to cease, I felt as though I had been neatly slapped across the face. I stared at him blankly, then took a step back and grabbed the vase sitting on the table nearest to me and through it just past his head, crashing into the vanity mirror and shattering.
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