Skai Knight just moved in with her aunt after loosing her parents a few months ago and having to stay in a foster home.
Moving isn't bad, right?
She gets to live in a huge ass mansion.
And she has a breathtaking room, looks like it came right out of one of those Disney princesses' room, all to herself.
She also has an amazing aunt who makes her feel right at home. She doesn't even bother to help her carry her luggages up the flight of stairs. Family, you know.
She even has a friend. Even if her friend is always complaining about her. She just loves her.
And of course, she gets her own Adonis-like mate.
Moving isn't bad.
...wait, what's a mate?
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Rhyce?
"Ow, we were just dancing."
Rhyce looked so mad that his eyes looked red. He stalked towards the guy he three of me and yanked him by his collar and wrapped his hand around his neck and raised him up. Like someone displaying his victory trophy. Ok, definitely not the time for that.
"I don't care for your definition of dancing. Don't ever fucking touch her, matter of fact, don't even fucking look at her again you piece of shit. Got that?" He literally growled out.
The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out, looking all blue trying to get Rhyce's hand off him.
And I could do nothing about it. I just looked on with the others.
Suddenly, Rhyce dropped him and turned to look at everyone.
"That goes to you all! No one is allowed to fucking talk to her or even look at her! She is mine!"
What? Who the fuck does he think he is. But I didn't miss the animalistic snarl and his eyes changing to red when he proclaimed me to be his.
