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Chapter 117 - 117 — Give You My Pheromones

"You are my fated mate."

Ren's head snapped up, his frown deepening. Just earlier Zayden had promised—sworn—that he would never touch him. 

And now… this? 

"Fated mate?" He repeated, the word not foreign but rather buried at the back of his mind. 

"This is your fated mate." A voice echoed in his head and his stomach twisted. 

The General shook his head. 

"Wait, No. Yes, I mean—" he paused, trying to remain composed, his chest racing rapidly as if it would explode. 

"I-I know you are marked. I swear, I didn't mean to say that—" He broke off, pressing his hand against the bridge of his nose. The scent filled his lungs, clawing at his mind, turning thoughts into mere fragments. 

Was this… the power of a fated mate?

Ren's fingers dug into his own shirt, tugging as though he could rip the suffocating heat away with fabric alone. His body trembled, desperate, aching for an alpha's touch. The suppressants should have worked. They always worked. 

So why wasn't it working now?

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