The glass of wine in my hand slipped down from my hand, but I paid no attention to it. Suddenly, my hands had turned sweaty. “No. No, sir. You're very wrong. I'm not your mate,” I scooted back, shaking my head. “I'm not your mate.”
But he was, the realisation dawning on me with a twisty feeling to my gut. He was my mate. I could feel it, too.
He didn't say a word, just kept staring at me with uncanny green eyes.
He took a step towards me, and I took a step back.
“You don't have to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you.”
I swallowed, tears pricking my eyes as I saw Alpha Roman standing up at the table. “Please just go. Leave me alone. Please.”
“You're a Breeder,” he said silently, but I gave no response.
Suddenly, Alpha Roman's voice boomed out. “It will serve you well, Agnar, if yo
