His Rejected Half-Blood Mate
I stood in the dark, a chill spreading through my entire body.
After what felt like an eternity, Willow gently pushed the swaying Lucas away, finally "noticing" me.
"Lucas, is that your mate? She's here to pick you up." Her voice was light, filled with the casual confidence of a winner.
Lucas turned to look at me, his gaze unfocused. "What? What mate? That's just my ride!"
Using his drunkenness as a shield, he professed his love for Willow without holding anything back.
"Only you are worthy of me. I only love you, Willow. You know that. How could I ever be mate to another she-wolf?"
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