His blue eyes stared warmly at me. No not warmly... What was that? In his eyes. It wasn't warm it was burning hot. Hatred. Rejection, but he can't.

"Connor." I whispered. He looked at me in disgust. His tall figure towering my small, short self.

"What do you want?" He asks, more like spits. I wince and shrink back. He smirks in triumph and dominance. "I am your Alpha. I will not accept you ever. I reject my mistake of a mate."

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