CHAPTER SIX

Marcel’s fur was a black that seemed to shimmer under the sunlight filtered by the forest canopy. He was massive, even for an Alpha. Nicholas might have had it worse if he had shifted during their fight.

Celia wanted to pull back, but found she couldn’t. She was catatonic, held in place by the eyes of her mate who had rejected her mere hours ago. Fate really was unfair, to force her into this. She was certain it knew nothing about matches.

Marcel moved, slowly circling her. It was the second time he would do this—circle her. It was uncomfortable, but Celia stayed put. He went out of sight behind her, and when he was back in front of her, he had shifted to his human form.

His eyes retained its dull red. His dark hair was scattered, a few front locks long enough that it sat right above his left eye.

Oh, the most important detail was that he was naked. That should have been normal. Weres weren’t as conscious about nudity as humans, however, Celia’s reaction was nothing short of humane.

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