The Alpha’s revengeful mate
Tristan's grip on my chin tightens, forcing me to face him.
"Let go of me." I glare at him, while he regards me with an unreadable expression.
"You can feel it, can't you?" he whispers, his face inches from mine. "The mate bond that connects us. It's roaring, isn't it?" His words send a shiver down my spine, and my stomach twists into knots.
"I, Jessica Ambrose, reject you, Alpha Tristan Leroy, as my mate," I declare, my voice firm.
Tristan's face darkens. "I do not accept your rejection," he states, releasing my chin and standing up straight.
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