~{INGRID'S POV}~
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"We're not mates," I declared and all he did was stare.
When the silence seemed to stretch further, I placed a hand on his chest and slowly pushed him away but he didn't budge.
"Another fact about low ranked werewolves is that most of them die without even finding their mates. So instead of dying mate-less, why don't we just become a thing, for real," he suggested and moved closer, making me inhale softly.
I hated what he was doing to me and I didn't like the fact that my body was reacting to him.
"If you follow me to my hometown then I'll consider being your mate," I tactfully proposed and his eyes twinkled in delight.
"I'll pass."
And just the way he said that was the same way he moved away from me and stepped out of the water, leaving me slightly disappointed.
"I tried my best, Ingrid, but you seem to be adamant on waiting for you mate so I'll just let you be."
After that, I heard him leave.
In silence I turned around to see him head back to the tent.
