The Goddess's Mistake

Reads 182
Mga Boto 15
Mga Parte 7
Oras 1h 20m

Reads 182
Mga Boto 15
Mga Parte 7
Oras 1h 20m

I take a hurried step back nearly tripping over my own feet. My actions seem to cause a crestfallen expression to appear upon his beautiful face, but I don't really pay to much attention to that. I am far more concerned with the tell tale signs of a mate this stranger is giving off right now. 
    
    
    The mesmerizing scent, his smoldering stare, feeling complete just by looking at him, and the sparks. The sparks, a spectacular explosion of tingles that rush up my body filling me with a breathtaking sensation of love. His hand reaches out towards me, but I simply stare at it with an unsure grimace. I feel a pang of concern when his hand drops back down dejectedly by his side, but I quickly brush it off. A feeling of overwhelming anxiety crashes down on me when the word mate springs to mind. 
    
    
    I gulp when I see him take a step forward. I slightly shake my head while moving away hoping he won't touch me again, hoping I won't feel those damn sparks again. He closes his eyes, his body is stiff, and his face contorted in anguish. "You are my mate, so why... why do you look so afraid of me?" His voice breaks as if the mere thought of causing me to feel this way pained him. I don't respond, I can't. This isn't my mate, he can't be. My mate already rejected me, so this has to be a trick. I know this is trick, but why do I feel more content just seeing this stranger than I ever did with my mate?
    
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acceptance grudge luna mates mesiac mistake moongoddess rejection rouge self-love truelove werewolf witches

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I take a hurried step back nearly tripping over my own feet. My actions seem to cause a crestfallen expression to appear upon his beautiful face, but I don't really pay to much attention to that. I am far more concerned with the tell tale signs of a mate this stranger is giving off right now. 
    
    
    The mesmerizing scent, his smoldering stare, feeling complete just by looking at him, and the sparks. The sparks, a spectacular explosion of tingles that rush up my body filling me with a breathtaking sensation of love. His hand reaches out towards me, but I simply stare at it with an unsure grimace. I feel a pang of concern when his hand drops back down dejectedly by his side, but I quickly brush it off. A feeling of overwhelming anxiety crashes down on me when the word mate springs to mind. 
    
    
    I gulp when I see him take a step forward. I slightly shake my head while moving away hoping he won't touch me again, hoping I won't feel those damn sparks again. He closes his eyes, his body is stiff, and his face contorted in anguish. "You are my mate, so why... why do you look so afraid of me?" His voice breaks as if the mere thought of causing me to feel this way pained him. I don't respond, I can't. This isn't my mate, he can't be. My mate already rejected me, so this has to be a trick. I know this is trick, but why do I feel more content just seeing this stranger than I ever did with my mate?
    
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