I don't want a mate

London I stared at her with cold eyes, filled with disdain and disgust. She was my mate, but I wanted nothing to do with her. Truthfully, I actually thought I was lucky to not have been given a mate or found her all these years, but now I guess my luck ran out. I watched her writhe on the floor as my rejection took its toll on her. My eyes remained squinting at her, outraged by her audacity to defy me. I could feel the anger building up inside me as she remained unmoving, disobeying me without a second thought. My unfazed expression held cold eyes that guaranteed misfortune and chaos for the woman who stayed on the floor, wheezing. I took pleasure in watching her hurt and suffer; it was her own fault for being unfortunate to be paired with someone like me who never wanted a mate. She was weak and unworthy, below my standards. I reveled in her tears, knowing she would never be good enough for someone like me. She was nothing but a burden, and I couldn't wait to be rid of her. I scoffed,