My nemesis turns out to be my mate

one he had mentioned. She halted when she spotted me exiting his car, accompanied by a guy who appeared to be her broth

arm and addressed everyone, "Why don't you all come inside?" Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the blonde, Abigail, reaching for Drew's hand, but he pushed her away, leaving her looking confused. I

w came up behind me, and I turned my head back to look at him. He wore a broad smile. "So it seems she's the one you sm

tion. "When were you going to tell me?" she asked her son. "Today," he answered confidently. I felt a gaze on me and turned to see Abigail's brother, who seemed to have pieced together what was happening. "So she's his mate?"

"Because you were being a jerk!" His mother erupted in laughter. "How could I forget how you two used to argue?" she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Back then, you were just kids, and wit

odded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxie