I couldn’t suppress a scoff, my mind consumed by the dread of the impending title of “mate.” “I’ll be in my car, awaiting the others,” I declared, sidestepping him. Kayne swiftly intercepted my path, blocking my way. “You don’t appear pleased. Don’t you wish to be my mate?” he probed, his brow furrowing in concern. I maintained my silence, casting him a steely gaze. “We used to be fond of each other when we were younger. What changed?” he pressed, a note of desperation creeping into his voice. “Nothing has changed, Kayne. And I didn’t say I wouldn’t want to be your mate. Now, may I go?” I replied tersely, my patience waning by the second. Reluctantly, he stepped aside, allowing me to pass. With my heart racing in my chest, I hurried away, eager to escape his presence. Unbeknownst to me, my father, Arthur, had been eavesdropping nearby, and now emerged from his hiding place, joining Kayne. “It seems your daughter isn’t particularly enthused about this union,” Kayne remarked, feig
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