Sibel’s POVI stood there, fidgeting with the hem of my dress, feeling the weight of my own emotions pressing down on me. I glanced at Dylan, his calm demeanor only making the storm inside me worse. I had dragged him into this situation without a second thought, and now, as the tension between us lingered, I knew I owed him an apology."Dylan..." I began softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I didn’t mean to pull you into all of this without asking." My eyes flickered down to the floor, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I feel... wronged, that you’re my mate. Like maybe you deserve better than me."The words came out before I could stop them, the vulnerability that I tried so hard to hide spilling out. I bit my lip, waiting for his response, half-expecting him to agree or, worse, stay silent.Dylan shook his head, his expression softening as he stepped closer. "Sibel, you weren’t wrong. You don’t need to apologize." His voice was gentle, the same ton
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