Mia
“Mia... you're my mate,” Damon says, looking at me like I just sprouted a second head. His expression is this weird mix of confusion and desperation, but honestly? I couldn’t care less.
I glance around the empty game room, relieved we’re alone. “Alright,” I say with a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with.” I square my shoulders and stare him dead in the eyes. “I, Mia Jackson of the Full Moon Pack, reject you, Damon of the Shadow Pang Pack.”
For a second, he just stands there, blinking at me like I slapped him. Then his face twists, like my words physically hurt him. “Aren’t you going to say something?” I snap, crossing my arms.
“Why... why are you rejecting me?”
“Because I’m not interested in having a mate,” I shoot back. “It’s useless. And, honestly? It’s just f*****g crappy.”
