A joke.
That word was the only thing on Arianna's mind after asking that question, she was finding it hard to believe Marcus. She wasn't his mate, and she knew it, they both knew it but what she couldn't explain was why Marcus was telling her that she was his mate.
They were just friends who were trying to find out whether they were compatible with each other or not.
'Then what about the delicious sparks you feel every time he's near?' The voice in her head asked, throwing Arianna under the bus.
That feeling was also another thing she didn't understand, something words couldn't explain. The attraction was there between them, but she couldn't be his mate. She was obviously too weak to be the mate of a werewolf.
"Me?" She asked, her brows raised, and Marcus almost laughed at her expression.
