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the hatred in his voice as love and the contemptuous smile on his fac

o reply. I cover up my scorn for him and put on a smile. "See you around, Caleb." I challenge him to a raging fight by calling

at him and move back. I turn my still

" I give my order as I

ersation and being aware of the fact that Caleb is still

ear its tab and pours some for me. "You're pretty." He complements and I smile. I've always

the party. It's booming and filled, obviously not just with human, but also with immortals. Vampires. Werewolves. Hybrids. Alphas. And a few witches. What a party! And looking around, I can tel

nly means one thing: my mate is here, right in the fucking party! I turn around and my eyes catch his gaze on me. Black orbs, full brows, dark hair, pierced ears, tattooed arm, cute moustache and stubble. Mate, my human mate! The hell, why would

ottle of wine. No doubt, I am feeding myself with alcohol 'til I get wasted tonight. B

ing an hangover. Being tired! Alcohol is a poison and hangover is a disease. Werewolves are immune to poi

getting drunk last night nor do I remember

rk to my feet jumping out of the bed. Bu

essed like a... A palace maid?! Where the hell is this place?

I'm a big time curser! I grab the materials from old nonne and she bows before walking away. I watch her disappear through a door and shut the door behind her. I turn back to the low mattress I had found myself on and drop the clothes. I slip my body into it and it's a white gown, a barely fitting one. I brush my

in the room. Of course, he should be the master of the house. But not only the master of the house... My wolf starts spurring me to con

ith, I don't even know how and for how many hours I slept. I mean what the hell is he to get my unconscious self here, and without my consent?! But even

nows who I am. And I'm still trying to guess who the fuck is before me. Wait... One mafia Lord or what?! But then, I'm

bitter lesson that'll leave him shivering for days, with my words. I hate the fact that I'm being mated to a human, but killing my wolf would o

ying to intimidate him with my stare while I turn my

rful." He says and even before I can pierce my nails into his skin, he captures

nd me, with his forehead leaning down agains

dly starts to take over. I want to push him away and tell him I would never be mated

his face even more closer, lett