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least he had until he found his mate, as sad as that was. My mate's rogue thugs shut the door behind me, and I walked around the trailer, inspecting the small space wher

ly good care of his health, I scoffed. The living room was occupied only by a couch, coffee table and recliner, organized around a television, which seemed to be

drooms. One was obviously his beca

n the othe

nt of my mate inside. There was a bed, and wh

leep in this room. Last thing I needed was to get my heart trampl

ike him. I ignored her pathetic contentment, it didn't do me any good that he

e. In fact, I wanted him to know. He shouldn't have

argo pants, but a few more formal things. I peeked in his drawers and saw underwear and socks in neat rows, not what I would have expected from my first glance at him. I wondered if he did his own laundry

as possible so he couldn't miss that I had been in there, I had to pra

time here. Frustrated, I gave up and slouched out to the main area, looking fo

le Dane found his mate, me waiting and al

I hadn't needed was another male in my life to remind me that I was seco

erstanding. If he had been excited to have found me, I would have happily lived in one of the tents or