Don't Mark Me
It was the day of the Werewolves' Hunting Festival. I found my mate three months prior.
During the festival, the male werewolves presented their captured prey to their mates as a display of their strength and devotion.
But my mate, Chris Ashwood, looked at me and said, "There are so many outstanding Alphas here. Why don't you just give up on me and choose someone else?"
I nodded calmly. "Alright."
Chris froze when I agreed without hesitation. He clearly didn't expect such an indifferent response. His hand, which was loading his hunting rifle, came to an abrupt stop.