It’s not too long before we’re approaching our destination and he’s parking against the curb in a side street. He gets out, zipping over to my side at lightning speed and opens my door for me. He holds out his hand and I don’t hesitate to take it, stepping down from the truck. He shuts and locks the car, but this time I wrap my arm around his before he even has a chance to offer. Marcus is looking down at me like a child who found Christmas just arrived early and I instinctively smile back up at him. It still amazes me how my emotions feed off of his – both positive and negative – even though we haven’t marked each other. Is it just us, or is it all animai? It’s just no one notices because most couples don’t hesitate to seal the bond. I’ll have to ask Chris since he held off longer than anyone I’ve ever known. We walk arm in arm around the corner and a few short steps before he’s opening the front doors of the establishment we’ve stopped in front of. We step in and I’m surprised by

Zara was snarling uncontrollably the entire time Davina was in our presence and if it weren’t for the fact I’ve had twenty-one years of practice maintaining my composure, I would have leapt across the table and ripped the lying bitches tongue out and fed it to her. I could see and feel Marcus’ rage, I could even taste it on my tongue. But I also noted his fear and panic; not of her, but fearing her presence would scare me off. I held no anger towards Marcus over this, but I’m glad we are both in agreement that something is amiss. How did a banished wolf follow him all the way to a human restaurant in another state? “She’s still here, and no doubt listening to our conversation,” Zara growls. Her rage still very prevalent. “I know, I can feel her. Let her listen, I’ll deal with her when the time comes,” I assure her. Fortunately, I was able to calm Marcus, who I could tell was struggling to stop Ace from shifting. I could only imagine how Ace is feeling right now, but I’m sure Zara i

I was so sure that Davina’s sudden appearance had ruined my date with Amelia and our progress altogether, but that was not the case. It did, however, help me understand Amelia better and at the same time have me wracked with guilt for all the shitty things I said to her when we met. Everything she said pierced my heart and soul. She’s controlled and level-headed because one impulsive word or act would be detrimental to her position as an Alpha. She was right, I had made the same argument against her, so I know I was no better, but hearing her talking about what it was like for her growing up had me thinking about what it was like for me growing up. I never had to fight hard to be the Beta. Jasper and I were like brothers, so it was a no brainer. I just had to train to make sure I was the best Beta I could be. Jasper always worked hard because he loves and cares for his pack, but not once did anyone question if he would be a good Alpha because of his gender. The pack rejoiced the day

I don’t want to pull away, but I know I should. So I slowly pull out and lay beside her pulling her into my arms. She turns on her side facing me snuggling into me, and I can’t help my shit-eating grin. I just mated and marked my animai, she’s finally mine and no one can take that away from me. “How are you feeling?” I gently ask as I smooth her hair out of her face. She smiles up at me with those incredible clear beach water eyes. “You tell me,” she smirks. I chuckle. “I can feel how happy and content you feel, but I still want to hear it,” I say kissing her nose as I stroke her back. The electricity felt from our touch is now a thousand times more potent to the point I can feel myself getting hard again. I guess I’m going to be walking around with a permanent erection. “I’ve never felt happier than I do right now. That was the single most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t wait to do it again,” she beams. I throw back my head and laugh. “I think I’ve created a mons

Once we’re finished we get out, dry off and I head into my closet to get dressed. I decide today will be a casual day; light blue skinny jeans, black tank top and a pair of Nike Air Jordans in pink, red and black. To my pleasant surprise, Marcus has his bag stored in my closet, so he changes with me. He changes into a stretch navy blue t-shirt, black ripped jeans with tan pull up boots. I lick my lips at the sight of him. He’s all around grade A material and one hundred per cent all mine.I quickly run off to brush my teeth, but he follows behind me with a toothbrush so he can do the same. This is so weird! But the good weird. It’s like we’ve already stumbled into a routine, yet we haven’t even been mated and marked a full day. I’m not complaining, of course, this is amazing and feels unbelievably natural.“Always a pop of colour down south huh?” He muses while combing his long locks – his beard isn’t long enough to require combing. I cock my head quizzically at him. “Your shoes. Almo