Oh, No! The Call Boy is My Alpha Mate!
"Emory, let me introduce you. He is the one who would be your mate in the future. He would be your true mate."
Lately, Emory Abernathy had been feeling a sense of strangeness. She often heard strange whispers and recalled strange memories. Worse, her perception of her surroundings had begun to change.
Emory knew that Myles Abernathy—her mate—was on good terms with everyone. Myles was very kind and affectionate. As a result, it had become common for her to see Myles hugging and kissing women around the palace, including sleeping with them.
Strangely, Emory now found Myles' habits repulsive. Her chest tightened. There was a feeling she could not put into words. She felt suffocated, her heart was beating incredibly fast, and it all escalated because of one night.
Jaxon Rolf Forsythe had always been Emory's natural enemy. Their families, or rather their packs, had been feuding for decades, resulting in a rivalry that kept escalating.
Strangely, the tension had sublimated into a suffocating thrill that felt profoundly calming. Emory's body and soul were drawn to Jaxon in a way she could not explain, as if they were bound together by an invisible force. Her heart felt called, but her mind continued to rebel.
Inner conflict followed. Emory should have loved Myles and hated Jaxon, but what happened now was the opposite. She was confused and then another voice echoed in her mind.
"Don't trust anyone."
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