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What did he just say? I froze in disbelief. This couldn't happen. “Prince William...” I stared at him uneasily. “Don't leave me, Maya.” His voice was thick and nasal, and his burning breath brushed my forehead. “My mate...” The scent of pine from him swirled around me, mingled with the faint, uniquely sweet, savory tang of a werewolf. Yet my wolf remained utterly unmoved-the primal consciousness in my breast lay motionless as stagnant water, showing not a flicker of attraction to a mate. He is not my mate. I know this with absolute certainty. The next instant Prince William drew me violently into his arms. His arms were like two iron bands, squeezing me until I could barely breathe. I could feel his body quiver and hear the muffled whimper against my neck. The pain in that voice was so raw that it froze my hands in mid-air, ready to push him away. “I'm sorry, Maya, I'm sorry...” he murmured over and over, “Please forgive me...” I struggled to raise my head, but he held me more tightly.