The Lycan's Slave Mate
She mentioned a name, and the overly tense culprit peeped at us, guilt written all over her face.
"0I'm sorry if you are offended, but I can't coexist with you without knowing your name. You know mine, so why shouldn’t I know yours? " I reasoned, drinking from her cup. She was being paranoid over a name. There was no harm in knowing her name.
"Fine, but try not to call it too often. However, if you must, abbreviate it, please. You can call me Anna or Addy. There are a lot of Annas here by the way, so Addy should do it. "
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