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“I mean that you're mine…”

A funny feeling fluttered heavily in my chest at his words.

Was he serious?

Has he changed his mind?

Did he feel the pull like I did?

All endless thoughts occupied my mind as my cheeks turned pink until his next word shattered every delusion I thought was real. As if my heart was made of glass and a huge rock was thrown at it.

“How could I leave something I bought with so much money. Whether I would be mated or not, you belong to me—as my slave. My ...