Warning: This chapter will deal with sadomasochism. There will be an intense BDSM scene.Owen watches me in amusement as I stare at him. There are a collar and leash in his hands. The collar is leather like the cuffs, and the leash is a chain metal. He waves me inside. A feeling of both fear and desire fill me. I am worried about what he will do to me, but I know he won’t hurt me.

I laid next to Owen, trying to catch my breath. He took me hard, and I loved every second of it. "We need a shower," I told him."You know if we take one together, you will end up either bent over the counter or pinned against the wall, right?"

OwenMel laid in my arms. Her head rested on my chest. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of her breathing. It was rare that I slept longer than her, and I wanted to take full advantage of her in the morning light. One of my hands rubbed her waist, and the other rubbed her arm, holding her in place.

OwenI made it to Derrick’s territory. But something felt off; two warriors sat outside the cabin. Mel was still asleep, but I couldn’t shake the feeling something was lurking close. I wanted to get the training over with and get back to Mel. I still needed to explain everything to her.“She was so beautiful and peaceful as she slept. I feel guilty for not being with her. We have just completed the mating ritual, and now we are here instead of with her. It feels wrong.”“I know, but we need to do this. We must protect Mel. If Charles knows about her, she will never be safe.”I fought the group of betas and warriors; once we finished, I raced back to the cabin. Just when I almost made it back to the tree line before the cabin, I smelled blood. I began to panic, what if something happens to Mel? Before I could think

I sat in the room, trying to regain my composure. My boyfriend is a shifter, something I thought only existed in fairytales, and he marked me as his mate. I wasn’t sure how I felt. I love Owen, but he kept this from me. It feels like a betrayal. He didn’t trust me enough to be honest; then, he marked me without talking to me about it. I would have said yes, the way he makes me feel is hard to describe. It would be stupid to throw that away. But now, I am not sure. He was the one that preached and preached about the trust, how we needed to be honest with each other.He didn’t technically lie. But he did keep significant information from me because he feared my reaction and that is just as bad. Not only that, my best friend and her family that I thought of as my own did the same. Was it something I did that caused them not to trust me? Would Owen ever have told me if I hadn’t walk outside? Would we be in the cabin now,