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He then placed his hand over mine, showing his own scar. Unlike mine, his scar wasn’t red or irritated at all. It’s as if it was a wound from a year ago, a clear sign of his strength for having fast healing. I looked up at him and swallowed nervously. “I’m low quality blood.” He doesn’t even blink. “And? What of it?” “And you’re… okay with that?” I asked, wanting to get it out of the way as soon as possible. The Alpha shrugs carelessly and takes his seat across from me. “Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” “You’re an Alpha and I’m…” I paused, not knowing the right words to describe how impossible a pair we made. “Not?“ He frowns at my words. I watched him remove his coat and loosen his tie. “I don’t need you to be anything but my mate.” He says in a low, almost annoyed tone. “Nothing