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Haven Okay, I said to him as if his rejection didn’t mean anything. But I feel it like a wound in the chest. Why should it even hurt like this when I’m not reacting to him as my mate? He’s clearly not mine. If he was, my body would react to him. I would want to him with my mind, body and soul. Only the need to dominate him, and mark him as my own thrums through me, while my body remains cold and unresponsive. I am so confused. Maybe he not my mate after all. I close my eyes, and force myself to sleep. Deni lies right at the edge of the bed as if he can’t stand being next to me. I can feel the distance between us like a living thing in the room. My wolf rises, the urge to mark him again filling me. I ignore it. And force myself to sleep. I don’t know for how long I slept,