“You will stay with me.” Such an indirect answer. Was he okay with me being his mate? Or he was willing to let me stay close to him? Was he happy or not? He sounded as though he had no choice but to accept it. My emotions were all tangled up. I did not know how should I feel after hearing his reply.
“How do you know I’m your mate? It could be other people who are better.” A growl vibrated through his chest. I was surprised by his sudden anger. But he didn’t comment on what he was unhappy about.
“I know you’re my mate due to your smell and confirmed it by having eye contact with you.”
“My smell?” I took a bunch of my hair and smell it. I smelt of medicine and nothing special. What smell do I have on me? Or even… How do I smell? What if I don’t smell pleasant?! I started panicking and sme
