Annalisia POV
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SON OF A b***h!! I don't believe this.
I'm currently stomping back to the kings packhouse. He has a damn chosen mate?
I'm not even mad that he has one, it's the simple fact that he gave me so much s**t about us being mates, when I didn't even know if it was a real mate bond at first, but he couldn't mention that, some daisy chick is his chosen.
Not to mention that he asked me if I could give them some privacy, instead of explaining what was going on. I would've been open to his explanation, I understand s**t.
But no, nothing.! Some type of date this turned out to be. " Where are we going, Anna? " Angel asked.
I stopped walking and looked around. Nothing even looks familiar.
" I... I don't know Angel. I thought this was the way towards the packhouse. "
