Daniel's POV

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My wolf picked up an unknown smell when I was sleeping, and immediately, I sat on the bed to see who was around.

"Angel?" I looked at my mate, who was standing in front of me in black clothes from top to boat with a long black coat that I believed belonged to Aunt Emma.

'She is not our mate.', Roman growled, picking her scent and the way she was dressed up. She didn't hold the warmness in her eyes that my mate had. Or maybe I was waiting after years or something.

"Come here!", She said, signaling to me with her finger. Even the voice was...