Charlotte
“You’re his mate, aren’t you?” Mr. Santos asked, leaning closer and ripping away my breath. My eyes widened with fear, in disbelief and confusion. How was this man aware of who I was mated to? Unless, of course, he was one of them.
“I don’t understand—” I hitched forward to get up but Mr. Santos didn’t allow me to leave. He secured me in a small place in his office and there wasn’t even anyone around to help me.
“I know, Charlotte, you don’t have to lie. Why do you think I’m interested in you?” He questioned as his lips curled into an evil smirk. Just from a glance, I could understand that he wasn’t a good man—his voice was different—rough and deeper than usual. Mr. Santos had completely changed.
My fists tightened around the office chair I was sitting on. I felt my heartbe
