WELCOME TO FIODA'S STORY! HOPE THEY BLOW YOUR MIND.
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Davina shot a fierce scowl over her coffee mug at Trevor, Talon, Matt, and Paul. "She's not my mate," she repeated for the tenth time. She knew the enforcers were playing with her, but she was too agitated to see the funny side of things. Was there a funny side to a female maintaining you were her mate to her seven brothers who wanted your ass on a plate for "abandoning" her?
"All I'm saying is that you guys looked cute together," Paul teased as he leaned back in his seat opposite her at the long oak table. No sooner had Paul set aside his empty cereal bowl than Genny, undeniably the world's best cook, collected it. She gave Paul a reprimanding look for his teasing, but Davina could see that she was hiding a smile.
"Yeah, you matched well," agreed Matt, wearing his usual clown-wide grin, which made most females melt while it irritated the shit out of Davina.
