The Mate He Hates
he asked, his voice steady but carrying a hint of disbelief.
The question caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. Love? Me? Amanda? It seemed absurd, preposterous even. But as I stood there, facing Matthew's probing gaze, I couldn't deny the turmoil churning inside me.
“No,” I answered quickly, perhaps too quickly. But the words tasted bitter on my tongue, and I knew Matthew could see through it.
“How can I fall in love with a lady who killed my mate? That is ridiculous. I'm only telling you to let go of her. We can’t be fucking the same lady!”
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