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Bella sat in her chair contemplating her situation. She had already told the Volturi that Alistair was her mate. And he did defeat her in fair combat. She felt so stupid for assuming that he was retreating when he was really leading her to a pond.
Bella could see in his eyes how much he enjoyed a good fight and she liked that. He defied the Volturi, fighting them off for at least as long as she'd lived on her new territory. He seemed to enjoy making her angry. Yes, she could see herself enjoying him for many years, perhaps even enjoying his presence for centuries.
The day passed too quickly for her liking.
Alistair arrived at their spot only a few minutes after her.
The best smelling human he could find was a little girl no older than eight, and she did smell so good. He handed the child over to Bella who bit into her throat without hesitation. She dropped the empty human to the ground soon after.
"There is only one more requirement for you to be my mate." Bella said and Alistair raised his eyebrow at her in question. "You have to be a proficient lover." Bella grinned before jumping him.
What do ya think?