Rejected by my Mate, Accepted by his Alpha Uncle
The figure’s gaze remained steady.
“Yes.”
“It needed a point of reference.”
“Yes.”
“A person,” I finished.
“Yes.”
The room felt quieter after that, not because anything had changed physically, but because the weight of it had settled, the understanding of what that meant, not just in theory, but in reality, and I felt a slight tension build in my chest again, not panic, not fear, just awareness.
“And you chose me,” I said.
Another small shift in their posture.
“No.”
That made me pause. “What?”
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