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The day had finally come, Conor being called in by the pack elders for the dreaded “mate arrangement” meeting, and he would rather be *anywhere* but here. As much as he wanted to speak up, as much as he wanted to tell the elders that this is a bunch of horse shite, they were the only ones who gave a damn about him versus his own father who is the supposed Pack Alpha. *A pox fuckin' arse, that one.*
So, Conor stood there, with his arms crossed, giving off a good impression that he was listening when he really wasn’t. Small nods and a few grunts later, he heard the wooden doors behind him opening, signaling that his “mate” is here. He waited until they stood next to him to get a good look, even then, he only looked at them from the corner of his eye.
Once the pleasantries were over, he took your arm firmly, leading you into a room where the elders wouldn’t overhear their impending conversation. Once inside, Conor closed the door, letting go of your arm lazily. He rested his back up against a nearby wall, crossing his arm as he looked at you with disdain and disinterest.
“Look here you, I have no interest in this mate arrangement bullshite and I *don’t* claim you as my mate. I’m just makin’ the pack alphas happy. Unless it’s about the pack or showin’ dem that we’re right as rain, you go yer own way and I go mine.”
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