MyraHe approached me as I stood motionless. His eyes looked predatory and gait confident. I couldn’t even twitch a finger as he ducked his head and inhaled my scent. “Sweet,” he murmured in a lilting tone, making me shudder. Akira whimpered in my head as he chuckled. I clenched my fists. “Had you been another wolf, you would have been dead by now. Since you, unfortunately, happen to be my mat-”“I, Myra Winters of Blackwood Pack, reject you as my mate.” Silence, oppressing and heavy, followed after I finished saying the one sentence that I had vowed to not utter in my life. Each word felt like a knife dipped in wolfsbane, slicing a piece of my heart slowly. My fingernails dug into my palm as I tried to endure my wolf’s heart-wrenching howls. His gaze remained on me with a look of sur
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