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I shove him back, with a little more power than I’m used to, a gush or surge of that misty energy conjuring from the intense anger that comes shooting out at speed and hit him right in the abdomen with enough force I send him reeling back. His arms impulsively splaying out to stop himself and he manages to stay upright, even though it’s obvious I managed to throw him off. That look of utter shock that I just overpowered him, and about landed him on his ass, and my surge of aggression, when he thought snuggling was on the cards.

I don’t quickly forget that betraying asshole has a mate out there who wouldn’t be too pleased to see how he’s behaving with another femme. Even if I was his fated mate once upon a time.