My eyes widened as I took another painful step back. “I don’t know what—”
“Why the hell didn’t I know you were my mate before this,” he growled.
How did he find out? It shouldn’t have been possible.
“I’m not,” I said, swallowing hard, the words forming a bitter lump in my throat.
“Don’t lie to me,” he growled lowly.
I shivered as I looked away from him. My wolf whimpered weakly inside me.
“When I,” he paused, and I could feel his intense stare, “bit you and tasted your blood in my mouth. Something started happening to me.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “By the end of it, I knew you were a woman and I knew you were my mate.”
I looked up at him in surprise.
He knew all of that from my blood?
We were all taught that in mate bonds, blood called to blood.
And although it rarely
