“What?” Her brows drew as she stared at him.
“You're my mate.” He repeated with an expression she couldn't quite read. “My first mate. So I'm asking that you accept the bond and be my Luna.”
His Luna? As in, his wife?
Was he seriously asking her to get married to him?
“Have you lost it or what?” She managed to move to the side so he was forced to back away.
“There—”
“Save the explanation for someone else.” Her words were accompanied by a scoff.
Had he caught some kind of brain sickness or a brain sickness had caught him because what the heck?
First he pins her to his desk then literally proposes.
Tells her to accept him. An animal.
What the heck.
Of course, she should've expected.
He was a billionaire after all, and they were very good at demanding anything.
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