"I found my mate and I think she just rejected me so... yeah happy me," I responded. I tried to keep my voice neutral so that I could hide my pain but it was such a fail.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a mate either brother," Damien responded. For someone who was human, that is before I turned him, he sure did lack empathy. "Does she not like your form?" He asked after realizing that he wasn't making me feel any better. I looked different. Yes that was true.  But not that much different. I know that that wasn't the reason why she rejected me if I can call it a rejection. My mate rejected me because I was of low status and income.

Damn it, I was mated to a gold digger.

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Dimitri is an original vampire. He is also soon to be king. As part of his pre-coronation duties he is to disguise himself and live among his soon-to-be subjects such as to understand them better. However he cannot get caught. If anyone recognizes that it is him then he has failed. So what happens when he bumps into his mate and she doesn't approve of him being of working class? 

Throw in a black, bold and beautiful African woman, a ton of family secrets and a supernatural war, then your recipe for disaster is good to go.

The Vampire's Chosen Mate

When I finally got back to the pack house, the sun was fully risen. I don’t know how long I spent wondering in the forest but with the way the sunrays were hitting my skin, I knew it was somewhat close to noon. The sun rays kept trying to creep past the luscious thick forest leaves to land on my glistening skin. I was rather grateful for the birds constant chirping in the forest. I was in no mood to be drowned in silence. It would just lead to me stressing over things I couldn’t even fix. But being lost in this humongous forest at this hour of day felt relieving. I was just another person without a worry. 


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