Spoiled by My Possessive Alpha Mate
So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasnât about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasnât some love-struck fool whoâd drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancĂ© waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. âTake a number and get in line, sweetheart,â I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. âIâm otherwise occupied right now.â âŠFive years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. âIs my number finally up?â he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. âMy dear mate.â The words sting, but I canât deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.