“You’re my mate,” he said harshly, his voice rough and commanding. He took a step back, glaring down at me. He thought I was rejecting him, I realized. “Do you know what that means? A mate?” he hissed. Why did the air suddenly feel colder? I reached out, touching his chest. “Dante, I’m not saying no. I’m saying I’m processing everything that has happened and how I feel right now.”
