3. His Resolution
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“Do you know how much I resent your kind?” He asked, his beautiful green eyes glaring daggers at her. “Obviously you don’t. Otherwise, you would not be here,” he answered for her.
Athena was taken aback from the harshness of his words. What did she ever do to have him as a mate? And then she reasoned that if they belonged together, surely there had to be a way to change his mind.
A woman could hope.
She just wished her hopes wouldn’t be crushed under her mate’s bruising words and actions.
She was about to say something when something caught her eye – a hand.
Someone was snapping their fingers in front of her face. Her eyes widened almost impossibly and she snapped out of her not so pleasant daydreams.
How she could have zoned out in a meeting, no matter how boring it was, was beyond her.
It also was unlike her, so unlike her, her colleagues started worrying about her.
“You don’t look too well, Athena,” One of them said.
“Is something wrong?” Another asked in a seemingly concerned tone.
“I am so sorry,” she was quick to apologize. “I think I need a moment to myself.”
Having excused herself, she exited her manager’s office – said manager happened to be a human friend of hers – and went to the vending machine to get herself a bottle of water. Anything to make it look like she needed a time-out, and also to recollect her thoughts.
She had never thought that she would be so mate-obsessed after meeting her fated one.
She had also never guessed he would reject her so boldly only because of a misconception about her kind.
Life was unfair like that.
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Heavens help him, she was beautiful.
Dimitri could remember his mate’s features well. From her shiny blonde hair to her absurdly beautiful gray eyes, not to mention her hourglass figure which was to die for, everything about her was perfect.
She was almost doll-perfect. If not for that mouth. That sinfully lush and witty mouth which could pout at any given moment, and make him weak in the knees.
He was whipped already, it would seem. And he had never once liked a vampire. Scratch that, he had never interacted with one to begin with.
But he remembered the past all too well.
Their kind was as evil as they came.
The next time they shall meet – if there had to be a next time – he shall tell her to forget they ever did as she meant nothing to him.
Why did he have to be mated to his sworn enemy? He didn’t know and he didn’t want to find out either.
He wouldn’t give her any chance to worm herself into his life.
He didn’t want a vampire as a mate. And that was that.
He had lived without one for over thirty years and shall continue to do so.
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