The shape of loveUpdated at Nov 3, 2025, 13:09
You are mine, Serona. You are mine," Hebert whispered, his fingers tracing every inch of my body. I gulped, meeting his gaze straight on. "But I don't want you, Hebert. You're making this hard for me," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.Hebert's fingers brushed against my cheek, and he kissed away my tears. "You will want me, Serona. I promise you. You will. You are mated to me, and you will always love me," he said, his voice low and husky.I was just an 18-year-old, discovering the shocking truth: I was mated to the Alpha, my boss