“If I found my fated mate, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. I’d have her by my side every minute of every day. I wouldn’t let any fucker hurt her. I wouldn’t let anyone lay one single finger on her ever!” “Really?” I say, feeling that sensation in my stomach. I’m so damn confused. “Really,” he says. “And yet you stood and watched while she–” “You’re not my–” “No, I’m his.”
Well someone is a liar because he knows damn well she’s his mate
