“M-Mate? There’s no way that’s possible,” Hazel stammered, stepping back. Her heart pounded. The Moon Goddess couldn’t have given her a new mate. Not after she almost died at Damien’s hands.“Yes, mate,” Callan said simply, sipping from his glass of whiskey. His voice was deep, smooth, and almost amused.Hazel shook her head. “No, that’s not possible.”Callan tilted his head, watching her closely. Then, out of nowhere, he chuckled.“Perhaps you’re right. After all, I have been mateless for centuries. And yet, you—” he suddenly burst into laughter.Hazel narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”“The Moon Goddess,” Callan said, setting down his drink. He walked toward her slowly.Hazel’s breath hitched. She stepped back instinctively. Her heart raced in her chest.One step. Another.He kept coming closer, and she kept retreating. Then, suddenly—Her back hit the wall.Callan bent down slightly, bringing his face level with hers. His scent—fresh pine, smoky leather, and something dangerousl
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