Mates?!: My Bullies Are Now My Stepbrothers
Suddenly, a guy approached us, a radiant smile on his face.
"Hey, meet my new friend, Miranda," she said, nudging him. He turned to look at me, his brown eyes meeting mine, and I caught a whiff of his distinctive Lycan scent.
"This is Roland, my childhood friend. Don’t fall for him—he can’t keep a relationship," she warned, earning a playful hit to the back of her head from him.
"She talks too much, don’t mind her," he replied with a grin.
I chuckled, thinking they seemed like a good match. I wondered if she had found a mate for herself, but I didn’t want to pry.
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