MY HYBRID MATE
he hissed.
“I’m your mate. Not that fucking bastard. I’ll rip his throat out and kill him in front of you.” I shook my head, trembling in fear. “Please… no… don’t…” I begged, but it was useless. “First, let’s make you mine again,” he snarled, and then something changed. His eyes shifted from gold to blood-red. My heart dropped. His fangs grew, long and sharp. No. No. No. “Please, Damien—don’t,” I cried out, thrashing in my chains. But he didn’t care.
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