Chapter 11

After the events of this morning, Dustin seemed to have a shorter than usual attention span, one moment he would be looking at my face and the next his eyes would be drifting down to my neck with a lost look on his face.

I was going through denial about how close he had come to marking me. And it was... my fault?

At the time I was absolutely desperate for him to mark me, my lack of control is what got me into that mess and it wouldn't be happening again.

I would keep calm and composed until this week was over.

And although I had feelings for him, it wouldn't be fair for me to be with him, not to him, not to either of our packs.

Trying to be suttle, I moved my hair to cover the open space on my neck.

Dustin frowned as he looked at me.

"I don't know why you keep denying me." He said confidently, "It's going to happen anyway, might as well do it now."

"That's the thing," I said, watching his face as it dropped at my next words, "it's not."

"Yes," He insisted, "it will."

I shook my head,