MY HYBRID MATE
Damien Perspective
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Zyros, my wolf, growled with satisfaction. "Not now, Zyros. I’m not in the mood." I stormed into my office, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed a drink. Badly. "Didn’t you see what kind of mate we got?" I muttered, striding toward the bar. "But she’s ours, Damien," Zyros insisted. "That’s all that matters. I’m happy that she’s finally with us." I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. The strong scent of alcohol barely dulled the overwhelming scent that still lingered on my skin. Her scent. "I wanted to mark her right now. I can’t wait," Zyros growled impatiently. "You’ll have to wait," I said firmly, swirling the amber liquid
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