“She’s my mate,” Jason said softly, his head a little bowed.
The door behind us banged open just then, and I felt the wind rush through into the building.
And I felt something else. Something I couldn’t describe.
“No, she isn’t,” another voice called out, his voice booming a little, like the timbre that Jason said would be in the voice of the Alpha. “She’s mine.”
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