Grace did everything she could to separate herself from the supernatural world. Little did she know, one moment of weakness would destroy all of her hard work.
Can she get over her fears for love?
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"Grace, have you ever heard about werewolves and mates?" I looked at him confused.
"No, what does that mean?"
"It means every werewolf has a mate. One person made specifically for them. Their soul mate in a way."
"Do you have a mate?" I asked quietly.
"Yes..." Shock and fury ran through my body like a bolt of lightning and I scrambled off his lap.
"IS THAT WHY YOU CAN'T SLEEP WITH ME, OWEN? BECAUSE YOU HAVE A MATE BACK HOME? A PERFECT WOMAN WAITING FOR YOU?!" I screamed at him.
"NO! No, no, no Grace that's not it at all! Please, just listen to me!" His face contorted into a mixture of shock and fear that made me put a lid on my righteous indignation for a hot second to let him explain.
"Ok, then what is it?" I narrowed my eyes.
"It's you Grace. You're my mate."
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