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I raised my chin and held my ground. His eyes shifted as the next step brought him so close I could feel the heat of his body. I’ve never seen eyes like what his beast has. Like a cat’s pupil, with a thin yellow line around but the rest of it was bright red, like burning lava living inside a glass marble. “No? I think you misunderstood, dear. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.” His cocky smile made me want to laugh. “No matter how you phrase it, the answer is still no.. I´m not your mate; my mate killed me long ago.”

“I tried to hate her. Every blood I take becomes my enemy. That’s how it’s always been. So I took from her.” I scoffed. “And?” “And it didn’t work," my heart skipped. “But I've found a solution,” he said, and for the first time his voice changed, “I found my mate.” The word hit me like a slap. “You did what?” “I found my mate,” he repeated, slower now. There was something almost soft in his eyes. Something dangerous. “She might be the cure to my curse.” “That’s impossible,” I snapped. “Your mates always die. You drain them. You destroy them.”

It echoed off the walls, startled the guards, probably scared the ravens off the roof. She stared at me, notebook clutched to her chest, eyes wide, like she was calculating how fast she could dive out the window. I wiped my eyes, still grinning, and thought to myself. I probably wasn't going to let her leave this palace anytime soon. Not today. Not ever. This loud, strange, violet-eyed disaster was my mate. And I was already hers, whether she knew it or not. Let the kingdom burn. I’d sit right here and listen to her beautiful, chaotic mind for the rest of my life.

he says, making me turn to look at his face again, "More of YOU. More, more, more. I wanted all my stupid marks on your neck to stay. I wanted the whole pack knowing you're MY mate. I wanted everyone talking about us, our bond, our love, not Hope and Danny's. I fucking hate Danny, I can’t stand looking at him or looking at Hope’s marked neck. I hate that they found what I’ve always wanted. It was supposed to be US, Sky, not them.” Reality crashes down on me, hard and painfully. The answer I wanted the most has been provided. And it fucking sucks to hear, a lot more than I thought it would. "You just want a mate," I whisper, feeling hollow inside. Depleted, "You were craving a mate so bad, yo

His voice was low, rough, but he didn’t move. I stepped closer until I stood directly in front of him, the bars the only thing separating us. My bare hand gripped the cold steel, and I tilted my head, studying him. I waited, expected something—anything—to spark inside me. But all I felt was that insistent voice, ringing mate over and over again in my head. Nothing more. “You’re my mate,” I said, my voice flat, like stating a fact he didn’t already know. He laughed. “And? Did you think saying that was going to make me spread my ass for you to fuck?” His glare deepened, his lips curling into a sneer. “Don’t you already have my brother for that?”

I stood and locked the door to my room to avoid any disturbance. I placed the leather book on my thighs and opened it. I let out a series of coughs as I inhaled the dust particles that flew off. I opened the pages carefully, my eyes scanning through them quickly in search of him. I was already losing hope when I saw those familiar eyes staring back at me. He was smiling widely in the picture. I smiled as I saw him. Indeed, he was my mate. There was nothing much about him—just his basic information, like his name, age, rank, and other basic info.

"I said I'm not giving you up Dee, no matter what… that means you will be my Luna... and I can't wait until I can tell the fucking world you're mine." He said quietly. Dana looked into his light brown eyes. Was he really the fuck boy who use to sleep with several girls in the same week? Right now, it was hard to believe. She smiled, locking her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. She wondered who his mate was, what she looked like. Sure she wished by some luck it was her but her luck wasn't that good, fate gave her shit after shit. There was no way she would get him as her mate.

So, yeah, there’s a fuckton of legends and lore around True Mates. Guess I’ll know which parts are true when I find her. I crank up the truck and ease away from Sterlina’s domicile, heading home. The windows are down, and the wind rushes in my ears as I speed along the potholed road. I try not to look like a giddy teenager in love. I have a fucking True Mate. The best news I’ve had since I fought and kept the Alphahood from the last man who dared challenge me—Warrick Armstrong, who was banished from the pack for that stunt.

he snakes his hand around my waist again and our faces closer than usual, “I am a Lycan and I am not supposed to be chasing just anyone. I am not even sure if you will end up being my mate but I really love you, Imogen” he places his finger under my jaw and raises my head to meet his eyes, “Can’t you forget about him and choose me instead?” “But he is my mate, he…” “A mate who doesn’t want you, Imogen” he growls softly, “I won’t make you shed a single tear, i promise”

I push, “Just reject her.” “Rejecting her would imply that we are mated. As we are not, I cannot reject her. I have told Neah the same thing.” “It’s not the truth.” He denied any ounce of it being a possibility. Maddie was clear though. She knew exactly who her mate was and had no reason to lie about it. He grins at me. “It’s my truth, Mallory. My mate was a huge part of my life. I can not just move on.”