Mate?
He couldn’t be serious. She had just accepted a rejection from Alpha Sigewuf and now this?
Could the goddess allow her some space? could this nightmare end already? She was exhausted—completely drained from everything.
Camille squinted slightly as she rose from the sofa, one hand pressed to her aching head.
“Sit.”
That wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command—one that didn’t need to force obedience. You simply obeyed.
She sank back down and stared at him.
Did he know she was married? Rejected, yes, but still married.
“Where do we begin?" he asked, his voice cool, controlled, "Your name? Or why I can smell that floral-smoky, hot-chocolate scent of yours? Which is it?”
Her throat tightened. She swallowed hard.
“None.”
A slow smile curved his mouth. Not warm. Not kind. Calculate
