“What do you mean?! You're asking this because he fought for me that day?” I asked as I sneered at him and the smile on his face faded at once.
“Do you think he's my mate all because he stood up for me by fighting against you? He's not, okay. He's not! Derek is not my mate. Whoever my mate is, it's none of your business,”
He smirked after hearing my comment and he tucked my hair to the side of my neck, wanting to see my neck clearly.
“But you don't have a mark.. are you sure you found your mate?” He asked and I gulped down the lump in my throat, thinking of what to tell him..
The mark was already concealed with the cosmetics I applied on my neck, making it less visible.
“We decided not to mark ourselves yet. Wait.. why am I even telling you all of these? leave me and stop asking me p
