The Suicide Pact

His Unwanted Mate

"And what are you to me?" He was mocking me. "Your mate," I answer. Chandler rolls his eyes and chuckles. The chuckle sends shivers down my skin. In a heartbeat, Chandler was in my face, a little too close. I could smell peppermint when he started speaking. "Sweetie, You're my unwanted mate."

Sold (complete)

I couldn't make any promises but I didn't want to anger anyone here. If I had any hope of escape, it was between the time I would be sold and transported. I had to make these people believe I was docile and innocent enough to be trusted. *This is your warning: there will be mature content at some point in this story.