Rejecting Me

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Still Meg's POV The men burst into laughter. "Meg, I would almost think you have found your fated mate," yawns Romero. "But allow me to remind you that you are only eighteen and will have to wait three more years?" And again, they roar with laughter. Dazed, I look at them, the scent still lingering in my head. My mate? Indeed, I am not yet the right age to detect him. But then what was this heavenly scent that compels me to look for him? I can barely contain myself, Marty, my wolf is starting to get restless. "If it is a powerful Alpha who has been begging the Moon Goddess for his mate for years, it could well be that you are scenting him right now. It is his wolf calling desperately for his mate within the radiation of the Alpha's power. Eighteen is already mature, he may already b

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