Ito Ito No Mi Mga Nobela at Kwento

His knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched. “Summer,” he said sharply, “I’ve told you this more than once. I have a mate. Her name is Mia. Please stop calling me in the middle of the night. Ask one of your other friends.” There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, she muttered, “So what if you have a mate? That Marking Ceremony was meant for me. You planned it all for me!” Her entitled tone pushed Lucien over the edge. He slammed the brakes. The tires screeched, and the car lurched.