She belongs to him.
He lives for her.
He breathe for her.
He waited for her, and now that she's here . He not going to let her off his arms.
"You reek of him." For a moment, I was left breathless, and my stomach erupted with colourful butterflies. His voice wasn't the kind that was smooth, sweet, and melodious. It was the kind that was harsh, hard, and rough, it was raspy in a way that has bass at the end.
As cliché as this may sound, it was pleasing to my ears like a dull lullaby. I swear I could listen to him talk all day.
Until his words registered in my brain, and I was like, "What?" I frowned at him.
"And I don't like it." I saw his tongue flog the rooftop of his mouth.
"I don't like it when other males have their scent on you." At this point, I began wondering what he was talking about and who he was talking to, because I am certain it was not me.
I know I have a funny look on, since I was inwardly doing the same.
"Luna, I believe you're the one I'm talking to. Show me, where did he touch you." Oh, how I want to sigh dreamingly, there's something about the way he speaks that makes my insides giddy.
Wait, What?
"How did you know my middle name?" I asked.
"Show me where he touched you because I'm seconds away from going out there and snapping his neck." He growled, like the animalistic kind of growl.
I somehow knew he wasn't kidding, and I'm not about to take his warnings for play.
"Here," I told him, putting my right hand on the table, he was quick to take my hand in his grasp. I watched in surprise, while my face burned in embarrassment when he started rubbing his against my hand in a possessive way.
"Mine!" He claims, now we all agree that I'm not crazy. "You're mine, mine only." He affirms.
"Go home, darling, and make sure to stay away from those males." He stood up and left like nothing happened, leaving me to stare after his retreating back dumbfounded.
This date is a total disaster.
"You can't tell anyone."
His words hit me hard, but I was ready for them. I grimaced slightly, but did my best to hide it as I squeezed my arms in response.
"Fine," I said, nodding at him but not wanting to meet his eyes.
I was met with silence.
"Was there anything else?" I bit off, my tone a little more irritated than I intended it to be. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I felt almost naked as he studied me. His expression wasn't completely cold, but I couldn't figure out what else it held.
"I wasn't expecting this," he admitted eventually, as if this were the easiest topic in the world. "I didn't ask for it to happen right now. In fact, the timing is rather terrible. And I'm sorry for that. But no one can know about this, okay? No one."
"I said fine," I snapped. "Why don't you just reject me and put me out of my misery? I guarantee I can do it again."
He blinked, taken aback by her sudden outburst. "You... already had a mate? And you were rejected? Who is he?"
"You don't need to know," I replied, tilting my head to one side as I narrowed my eyes at him. "If you want to keep secrets, then so can I."
I wasn't off to a great start with him, but only the Moon Goddess knew that it was only going to get worse from here.
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Rhea Riverwood has already been rejected once by the man she thought to be her mate, so when she's given a second chance, she can hardly believe her luck when it comes in the form of heartbreaker James Severin, King of the Alpha Werewolves and Rhea's second fated mate. Rhea struggles to come to terms with who she is and where she came from as James struggles with his feelings for her, but they need to pull their shit together fast when someone close makes it very clear they want revenge and the royal throne, and won't stop at murder to get them.