LIANA
It can't be.
I refused to believe he was my fated mate. The more I tried to deny the truth, the rebellious and angry Sia got. She was forcing me to accept it.
A force hit my back and I stumbled into his masculine arms. The wall of muscles could be felt against my waist.
“Mate.” He whispered. Sia wasn't the only one who felt the bond. His wolf was the same. “You're my mate.” The voice deepened.
“Who are you?” He questioned me, cold and sharp. His voice cut through the air, cold and pointed. To stay hidden, I had tucked my hair into a bun and wrapped a blue lace scarf around my head. Daisy had insisted on it, knowing that my bright hair would make me an easy target for recognition.”
My feet took a step back. More than him, I was unhappy. I never wanted to be the man who bullied
