The Mate I Can't Have
Henry stuttered,
His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate.
"Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?
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