“What do you want? I told you not to contact me!?” Marga snorted as she sat on the single chair in the living room. While frowning, she took the glass and poured the wine, ignoring everyone.
“What kind of question is that? I called you because I miss you! You haven’t come to see me in days, so I couldn’t wait for you to take the initiative...”
Marga looked at the guy approaching her... He is none other than Anthony, the aloha of the Blue Moon pack. “Are you crazy?” She clamoured. Until now, Marga still couldn’t believe that her fated mate was this guy. Yet, no matter how disappointed she feels, she can’t reject him... Because the bond between the fated mates is too strong.
Anthony kneels in front of Marga while looking at her face. “What? You’re still hoping that Jacob will notice you?”
