YOU’RE MY F*CKING MATE
Alan sat on his chair in his room, he was still fuming mad. How could he not know about the m******e of his own very people last night. He saw the way his mate was glaring daggers at him, she was sitted opposite him with her arms crossed. He knew why she was glaring at him because he took away her precious voice and her giant form. He rested his forehead on his fingers ‘ oh gosh, she was adding to his problems ’. However with one snap of his middle finger and his thumb, he gave her back her voice so she could speak again and stop glaring at him. He couldn't give her back her giant form, he preferred her like this as he was the one taller than her now, she was just reaching his shoulder which made him smile. Claudia felt her throat was free, she tried to talk but ended up coughing. “ t
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