Mated to the cursed Lycan King
I added.
“You’re not my mate,” I looked up at the rogue, declaring firmly.
“Who cares what you say, you know, your wolf knows, and you can’t deny you feel the attraction,” his lips lifted up in a smile as he replied.
“I will never accept you as my mate, and you should release her right now if you don’t want your head rolling on the floor,” J sneered, snapping off the head of the last rogue who was planning an attack on me.
“And who says I want you as my mate when I have already chosen mine?” The rogue retorted, releasing his grip on Rebecca.