This has to be a mistake. I don't want a mate. No. "You are coming with me," he states, looking at me coldly as if he doesn't want me. "What?" I finally find my voice. But he turns to my father. "My wolf wants her safe and the only way to protect her is by taking her with me." His wolf. Not him. His wolf. I stand there numbly as he makes arrangements with my father. This cannot be happening to me. And this is how I ended up Living with my Possessive Mate who doesn't even want me in the first place.