She’s not my mate.

She’s my property.

From the moment I saw her—soft, fragile, human—I knew.

Mine.

Not in a sweet way. Not in a poetic, fated-connection way.

In a rip-their-throats-out, chain-her-to-my-bed, scent-her-until-she-screams kind of way.

I don’t care if she runs. I’ll catch her.

I don’t care if she begs. I’ll ignore her.

I don’t care if she fights. I hope she does.

Because the bond is already sealed.

She’s mine to protect. Mine to keep.

Mine to ruin — slowly.

And if the mating scent doesn’t get her first…

My cooking will.

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She’s not my mate.

She’s my property.

From the moment I saw her—soft, fragile, human—I knew.

Mine.

Not in a sweet way. Not in a poetic, fated-connection way.

In a rip-their-throats-out, chain-her-to-my-bed, scent-her-until-she-screams kind of way.

I don’t care if she runs. I’ll catch her.

I don’t care if she begs. I’ll ignore her.

I don’t care if she fights. I hope she does.

Because the bond is already sealed.

She’s mine to protect. Mine to keep.

Mine to ruin — slowly.

And if the mating scent doesn’t get her first…

My cooking will.

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