20- Problem of Rivalry

Doctor Paul looked at me with amused eyes. While he was amused, others were shocked and they were looking too scared, and suddenly too alert. I could think of several reasons why everyone was looking at me differently. And the most fitting reason was the mark on my shoulder, glowing red, looking ferocious and wild.

The claim that I was marked and Alpha King accepted me was proudly sitting on my right shoulder. Surprisingly it was looking good on me. I was never fond of tattoos but this was looked so beautiful. Though it was not a tattoo, it was still looking beautiful on my skin like it was meant to reign my body.

“You are glowing today, Miss Knight. I believe the mark has to do something about it.” Doctor Murphy said as I helped other nurses in setting up the camp. Color rushed through my skin, and a blush spread my cheeks when everyone else looked at me silently but curiously.

“Did the Alpha King really mark you?” One of the doctors, Amelia, asked me, touching my mark. Her eyes w