RECLAIMING HIS REJECTED MATE
I pushed forward and instinctively raised my hand to touch him.
“Don't,” he yelled just before I could make contact, and he moved back as if the thought of me touching him was repulsive, “don't put your hands on me, Beauregard. And if you think we were really fated mates, then this is a rejection. I, Levi Hawthorne, hereby reject Brooks Beauregard as my mate.”
He winced as he said those words, no doubt feeling the pain of a mate bond that was about to be severed. I searched his eyes for hints that this was a joke, even though it was a cruel one, but there was nothing but numbness.
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