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My mate
Paris' POV I can only stare at Walker, my mate. I can not believe I dreamed about him and that everything happened as in my dream. So he wants me as his mate but does not respect me for what I try to do? He is judging me without knowing my story. I do not understand why it upsets me so much. I have to be used to being rejected, but this hurts. My heart is heavy as we sit around the campfire talking. Jeffrey is telling him about our plan to stall the wedding. I do not say anything. I am crying silently inside. My heart feels like it is ripped into pieces. Why does he hate me so much that he is willing to make me his mate only to make me suffer? Well, f**k him! I do not need a mate! I can live my life by myself. I will not accept him as my mate! His words have hurt me, but like always, I wi
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