MY HYBRID MATE
Damien would rip me apart.
I had seen his wrath before, and I felt it when he drank from me, humiliating me in front of his pack. He had compelled me and controlled me against my will. He had already taken so much. What more could he possibly do? A bitter laugh threatened to escape my lips. I already knew the answer. He had told me before he left—when he returned, he would mark me. He would bind me to him forever, force a connection between us that I didn’t want. My stomach twisted painfully. A forced mark. It was said to be one of the most agonizing things a mate could endure. If consent was given, the mark was the most pleasurable experience, a sacred bond between two souls meant to be tog
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