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Possessive Mate
Isabella's POV. Liam led me towards the center where the cake was placed. He held the knife and helped me to cut the cake. Then, he picked up a piece of cake and fed me. His actions dumbfounded me, and so everyone else was at the party. I couldn't understand why he was behaving like that, and everyone present there was showing the same surprised expression as reflecting on my face. When I thought he was done, he leaned forward and kissed my cheek, whispering into my ear, " Happy birthday, Isabella! I can't wait for you to turn eighteen." What did he mean by that? I could not even reply because words were not coming out of my throat. Finally, he stepped back, and everyone came to feed me a piece of cake and wish me. When the party was over, Alpha had called Liam to his study. They were t
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