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Marcus stood at the door of his room watching Laura sleep. He bit his lips slightly as he watched her. There was an emptiness in his chest as he looked at her. He growled as he slid his fingers through his hair. He felt ashamed of his actions, and he wanted to correct them, but he hardly knew how to do that.

Fine, he had been upset, but to hit Laura the way he had not once or twice had been borderline wrong. He slammed his hand on the wall in frustration. But, was it actually his fault? He couldn’t imagine anyone touching his mate, even if it were his brothers. It felt wrong on so many levels, and he hated it.

“I…”

Marcus turned around and his eyes met Laura’s. She was trying to sit up, and with the way her eyes went round when she noted that it was him, he knew she was sore afraid of him. This was not the type of partner he had imagined he was going to be to her.

He had brought home an unwanted pregnancy, though he strongly believed that the baby was not his, but nevertheless, that