**** Amory's story ****
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"I don't think this is healthy," Lydia muttered to me as we watched our youngest daughter stab her pancakes with her fork.
"She's fine, relax," I replied softly.
"She literally hates her mate already. She hasn't even met him." Lydia said.
"Lydie, babe, Mo is only eight," I told her. "She has plenty of time to change her mind."
"I don't know," my mate mumbled. "I wanted you when I was her age."
"That's not fair. We met when you were around Amory's age," I replied.
"I just want her to be happy when she finds her mate. I want things to go well. For friggin' once," she said annoyed.
"Well it's not gonna happen Mommy," Amory said. "My mate is an a.sshole. I want nothing to do with him. Ever."
I sighed as I fel
