“You have to make Killian leave me alone,” she says low, almost under her breath. What? My wolf growls. He doesn’t like that either. We don’t take commands. “We’re not mates anymore,” she goes on. “Abertha fixed it. Tell him to ignore me. Okay?” Abertha fixed it? What the hell is she talking about? She’s not moon mad. The wolf can smell that rot a mile away. She’s not making sense either. No one can “fix” a fated mating. “Tell him he doesn’t have a mate now. He can do whatever he wants. He should leave me alone. I won’t cause any more scenes in the middle of dinner.” She laughs, and it’s
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