The Fresh Meat

"Tell me, what's your current plan?" Draco asked curiously. He crossed his legs and waited for a reply. 

Gastone pursed his lips, thinking deeply. "Well, I decided not to pursue her further if she didn't want me. I will wait for my second-chance mate to come. I'm not that old, anyway. Besides, it's troublesome that she's human," he said. 

Gastone shrugged it off. He was hurt, but the thought of a new mate coming comforted him.

"I see. Did you reject her then?" Draco asked. He soughed deeply, even though he disliked how Gastone threw his mate immediately without much effort to work the relationship.

"Why will I reject her if we are not a thing?" Gastone frowned. He knew about the rejection of a mate to cut the red string intertwining them. 

Draco's eyes widened. The surprise was so much that he put his feet down.