Ningning's lips parted, but no sound came out.
Her mind refused to catch up with his words.
"Just be my mate," he said, leaning closer. "You should be grateful, a top male like me is taking you as his mate."
Before she could react..
He lowered his head and bit down on her wrist.
Hard.
Ningning's eyes widened instantly.
Pain exploded through her arm, sharp and searing, sending chills racing down her spine.
She gasped, her body stiffening in shock.
She couldn't move.
She couldn't scream.
Her legs felt weak, fear flooding her chest so fast it stole her breath.
She didn't want this.
She didn't want to mate with him.
She didn't want to be marked.
How was she supposed to explain this to Weijie?
How could she face him after this?
After what had been done to her—without consent, without warning?
Only after several heartbeats did the male finally release her wrist.
He straightened slowly, satisfaction evident on his face.
He smiled.
As if he had given her a gift.
