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PERSON_PROFILE

My sister Stephanie died on my fourteenth birthday, and everyone suspected I was the murderer.
But as fate would have it, James, my sister's boyfriend, the person who hates me the most, is my mate...
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I returned to my pack on my birthday for the anniversary of my sister's death.
Six years ago, Stephanie died on my birthday.
Rumors spread throughout the pack that I was the cause of her death.
I was bullied by everyone, it became unbearable, so I left here.
But funny enough, Stephanie was so beloved that everyone should come for the anniversary of her death.
Before the ceremony started, I came to the familiar waterfall.
As I pray to the Moon Goddess, My wolf Rose start to pace back in forth in my head. I have no idea what is going on, until the overwhelming scent of vanilla and coffee beans hits my nose.
"Mate! Lily, our mate is here! Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate!!!"
I stand, dust the ashes off of my jeans, and turn around.
My heart drops when I recognize the werewolf standing not far away from me.
That's a bolt from the blue.
There are a million different emotions running through my body as I continue to stare at the werewolf in front of me.
“Rose, please tell me this is a joke,” I whisper through our link.
“I can’t,” she whispers back. “This is real. He is our mate.”
“How? How can this be? It does not make any sense!” I whisper-yell to her.
“But he looks pretty happy.” Rose tells me.
By the time Rose said something, James had moved much closer to me, and we could now see his eyes and the look on his face.
To my utter shock, Rose was right. James looked… happy. No, not happy. James looked thrilled.
He stared at me with astonishment, amazement, and… love?
“Rose, how is this possible? James hates me. He loves my sister. How could he be our mate? And how could he possibly be happy about it?”
“The mate bond is a powerful thing, Lily,” Rose responds.
Okay, Rose is right about that. As much as I hate James, I feel a strong, powerful draw to him right now. It is almost suffocating.
This is not right. Something is wrong here.
I want to protest more… I want to ask how I could be mated to the male that has loved and grieved for my sister and has spread rumors about me causing me to be tortured and shunned for the past six years…
Life does not flip on a switch. Six years of heartache cannot be erased so easily. Rose is a wolf, and she is blinded by instinct and the mate bond. My role as her human counterpart is to help us see logic and reason.
… but James keeps coming closer to me, the love in his eyes has only become more obvious. And the closer James comes, the more his scent and the mate bond overpowers any sense of logical thought in my brain.
James reaches out and gently strokes my cheek with his thumb. The sparks from his touch are my undoing. I lean my face into his palm.
“You are back!!! Oh, I cannot believe that you are back!!! How long have I hoped... and prayed that you would come back! And… you are my mate,” he whispers, in a tone suggesting that he is just as shocked as I am. “You are so beautiful. How is it possible for you to become so much more beautiful than before?”
I blush as he pulls me into a hug, leans down, and buries his face in my neck.
“You smell like chocolate and raspberries. My favorite scents in the entire world.”
After taking another big whiff of my scent, James stands up straight so that he can peer into my eyes.
He takes my hand and spins me around. “You have changed so much.”
“I must say, I always loved your blond hair, but the reddish brown really suits you.” He said.
Wait, blond hair?
“James, I ----”
I haven't finished yet, James leans down and kisses me. His lips feel so soft, and the sparks are so strong, that I immediately forget what I was worrying about. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, begging for entrance, which I immediately give him. The kiss quickly becomes more and more passionate and heated.
We continue kissing until we need to break for air.
James smirks proudly, “You, Stephanie Brogan, are mine. All mine.”
I felt my world crashing down all around me.

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