Stuck Between The Alpha And Rogue King
"And I don't need a mate."
She chuckled, a low and sultry sound that only served to irritate me further. "Oh, Sebastian," she said, taking a step closer to me. "You don't have a choice. The mating season is upon us, and you will find your mate, whether you like it or not."
I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration wash over me. "I said I don't need a mate," I repeated, my voice low and menacing.
But she didn't back down. Instead, she moved even closer, until she was mere inches away from me. Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt a strange and unfamiliar pull, a primal and irresistible urge that I couldn't explain.
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