He then placed his hand over mine, showing his own scar. Unlike mine, his scar wasn’t red or irritated at all. It’s as if it was a wound from a year ago, a clear sign of his strength for having fast healing.
I looked up at him and swallowed nervously. “I’m low quality blood.”
He doesn’t even blink. “And? What of it?”
“And you’re… okay with that?” I asked, wanting to get it out of the way as soon as possible.
The Alpha shrugs carelessly and takes his seat across from me. “Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?”
“You’re an Alpha and I’m…” I paused, not knowing the right words to describe how impossible a pair we made. “Not?“
He frowns at my words. I watched him remove his coat and loosen his tie. “I don’t need you to be anything but my mate.” He says in a low, almost annoyed tone. “Nothing
