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My heart sinks and my throat feels like it’s tightening, like I can’t breathe. I can’t scent him. He’s not our mate. I… I don’t understand. I was so sure. Willow tells me, clearly as confused and heart broken as I am. I don’t either. We were both so sure. This can’t be right. I grab onto the front of his shirt, trying my best to keep him in place as I breathe in his scent again, as deeply as I can, my eyes closed as I try my best to will it to be. He’s just… he’s just David, my Alpha, the same as he has been the past two years. “I’m so sorry,” I choke out quietly, not trusting my own voice. “I just don’t understand,” he says, standing to his full height, causing me to release his shirt. I clasp my hands together in an odd manner, reflecting just how awkward I feel now. “I