My Little Secret

Angie

I had no idea why wasn’t my mark healing up? Usually after the chosen mates marked each other, the marks healed. I was from alpha bloodline, and every injury healed within hours. But it hadn’t. I had to apply a healing lotion there and bandage it.

Zeke hadn’t touched me since the wedding. I was getting furious by the minute. We had barely returned from the Moon Temple when he disappeared. I had waited in our room for hours, dressed in my wedding dress, thinking he would come claim me, knot inside me. I was so ready. But he never came.

I woke up that night, with a loud crash. It sounded like a loud shatter of glass, followed by a guttural growl and something slamming into a wall again. Shocked, who could do that in the Alpha’s house in the dead of the night, I wrapped a robe around me and walked out of the bedroom. But everything had returned to normal. Was I dreaming?

The whole house was shrouded in silence and darkness. I tiptoed toward the place from where the sound emerged