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Could that be right?
Margaret knew the look of a man who hungered for his female. As a little girl, she used to be like all the others. Daydreaming about the day she would meet her mate, how they would run off into the forest for their first hunt together, the day he would mark her to prove his undivided love for her, and together they would rule the world as she proved herself to be the most powerful she–wolf
known to their kind.
Okay, it wasn’t completely like all the other she–wolves dreamed of but Margaret also wished big.
When she turned ten she would go out and challenge the alpha’s son to a dual. She would challenge a male her age if not a little older to show all others that she would make her dream a reality. But all
the adults laughed at her. Said it was a child’s dream. She didn’t believe them. She didn’t believe that
a she–wolf was just a woman who worked at home and raised the pups.
But after that night. Margaret learned the truth. That a dream was just a dream and that there was no happy ending. Not for her, that is.
Margaret diverted to her computer, was it a mistake to invite him over?
“Are you alright,” the King whispered, siding chills down her spine.
“Just thinking,” she said walking away from him. She turned to her desk and grabbed a notebook. “You may go now,” she spoke coldly, taking a pen in her hand, and writing down the features of her
new male character.
“That’s it,” he asked.
“I thought we were taking it slow,” Margaret turned her head towards him with a cold exception. “Or does his highness like to play with his new toys?” The King growled at her last comment. He didn’t like it and she didn’t care. “Take them, play with them, and come back with the data I need.”
Margaret knew her words were cold, but he was getting to close. Just the look in his eyes made her pull back and she wasn’t looking for a relationship that ended her on the floor on her hands and
knees.
“You didn’t feel it,” his words were dark and lustful.
“Feel what,” Margaret sighed as if she was already bored of the conversion, which she was about to
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until he said.
“Our mate bound.”
She dropped everything on the ground, looking him straight in the eye, “What did you say?”
“Our bound. We’re-”
Margaret couldn’t hear him. All she could hear was her heart pounding and squeezing in her chest. She could already feel a lump form in her throat.
“Get out,” she muttered.
“What?”
“Get out!” she yelled. She grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on and throw it at him. He dodged swiftly.
“What the hell!” he yelled back.
“Get the fuck out of my house!” Margaret took the next thing in her reach and throw it at him. She didn’t want to be near him. She didn’t want him to touch her.
This was a mistake.
A horrible mistake.
The King took a couple steps forward, slowly making his way towards her. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy? We finally found each other,” he spoke slowly.
“Happy?” she murmured, “Happy! No, it’s a fuckin nightmare!” Margaret grabbed the heaviest book she had and throw it at him, “Get out! Now!”
This time he didn’t dodge the item she throws at him. He took it, taking a back. With a grim look, he nodded his head, made his way to his shirt and left the room.
Margaret waited for the front door to close. Once it did, she fell to the floor. Her knees hit the floor
hard, but it didn’t hurt as much as her heart did.
Her throat swelled as she let out a silent cry. Letting her tears stream down her cheeks.
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This couldn’t be happening, she thought. She was dying and yet she found her mate. But that wasn’t what hurt her or scared her. It was the fact she didn’t know. She didn’t feel their bound. Even when
she touched him, she felt nothing.
Not only did she not feel their bound, she couldn’t make him happy nor could she ever give him anything a normal she–wolf could give to their mates. A pup, an heir. And the worst part of all this was that he was going to lose his mate faster then he could blink.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried.
Andrew was pacing around the kitchen after his three–hour run. He was still furious about what happened between him and his little mate. He couldn’t even understand how or why she would call
their mating, of all things a nightmare.
There were many times during his run around the village, he stopped to stare up at her window.
The first time he stopped behind her house to look up her window, she was still standing in the same spot with tears in her eyes. The second time, she was cleaning up the room. During his third and fourth run, she was pacing around her room while biting her nails. During his fifth to ninth run, she was sitting in front of her computer.
