The Fated Mates
The man asks first, and when everyone nods slowly, he grins and continues, "Unfortunates find their mates by finding out who doesn't have a scent."
Avery stares at the man, furrowing her brows.
"So because I can't find Alpha Lancaster's scent, he's my mate?" She asks with a sigh, trying not to roll her eyes.
This doesn't seem very reliable to her at all.
"Yes," the man beams.
"We don't feel the typical sparks when we touch," Roman butts in, folding his arms as he glances at Avery quickly.
"That's the beauty of Unfortunate pairings. All of that happens after marking," the doctor states gleefully, clapping his hands, and he puts his tablet down.
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