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Hating my mate

What do you do when your mate turns out to be the Alpha of the pack you and your people have lived to hate? Blue Blood pack and Blacktooth Guardians pack have never been on good terms ever! Arya, the daughter of the Alpha of Blue Blood pack has never desired anything in her life. She always gets everything she wants, in her way, until the day she strays into Logan's territory. He is a ruthless and arrogant ruler that has made Blacktooth Guardians the strongest pack in the entire land. He doesn't compromise with anyone who dares to meddle with his pack, especially intruders. But something, he can't understand changes his way of seeing things when Arya is brought into his eyes. Arya is beautiful, flawless and she is his mate, and he has all the intentions of making her his. He is determined on keeping her against his own consciousness, his pack and his fellow leaders, against the entire Blue Blood pack, and even against her own will! It's a mixture of strong emotions; love and hate that sets off an explosion of events that leaves them reeling. With shock. With truth. With desire.

annaatuha · Fantasy
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55 Chs

Chapter Forty Six

Logan

THERE IS NOTHING more satisfying than coming home from work and finding a warm dinner from your woman.

"I made it myself," she says, pulling a chair for me. She looks so domestic a widely... There is something got about that.

She has her hair covered and on her dress an apron. I can't stop looking at her.

"Are you scared that it might be horrible?" she asks, I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Don't worry, I have a lot of practice when it comes to cooking. I promise it won't be as horrible as you think," she says serving me the food from the dishes on the table. The aroma itself is enough to get my mouth watering.

"I haven't said anything. You are the one planting the thought in my head. Why do you sound so unsure yet you said you have experience in this," I tell her.

"I do, it's just that I haven't cooked in quite some time. I think I might be somehow out of practice," she says.

"Well, have you tasted it yet?" I ask.

"No," she says, putting cutlery on a plate.