All wolves find their mates eventually, willingly or otherwise. Jenna has been dreading the moment she meets hers for as long as she can remember. To her dismay, Nature might be just as stubborn and relentless as her...
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"All I want is to protect you from my world. I don't want you to be apart of it. You shouldn't have to be forced into this. So I have to leave."
"Why is this your choice to make? Huh?" he huffed. "This is my choice, too. If you're my mate, I'm pretty sure I should get a say so in whether or not you leave."
"You-" My voice broke. Sniffling, I wiped my face. "You don't know what you're saying, Will."
"I know enough."
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"But... How can I be your mate?" She whispered, lowering her head. "I'm a human. Humans and werewolves can't be mates."
Slowly, he reached for her face and tipped her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. Though his expression was inscrutable, there was a perceptible fondness in his eyes whenever he looked at her.
"Who said I was a werewolf?"
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