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“Victor, this isn’t right. We aren’t mated.” Her eyes were shaky as she looked around them, her back to the wall as she looked up at him.

“What are you so afraid of? Who cares about being mated when I love you and no one else?” Victor stepped closer, his yellow eye looking into her black ones, his left hand on the wall, trapping her.

“But our status is different.”

“Who cares about our statuses when we love each other?”

“I am a lowly maidservant and you…” She faltered when he stepped closer to her, taking her hand on his chest.

“I, what?” He gave a charming...