Alec I watched Vanessa sleep. The light from the ceiling traced the soft curve of her cheek, illuminating the long lashes resting against her skin. The urge to mark her, to sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her neck and brand her as mine forever, took over me. It was a primal command from my wolf, a fire that threatened to burn through what little restraint I had left. Jaxon, my wolf, was a storm in my mind, a desperate, greedy chant on a loop. Mine. Our mate. The other half. Mark her now. The pack can burn. She is all that matters.I leaned in, my mouth hovering over the pulse that beat softly in her throat. The succulence of that spot, the place where my mark belonged, was an almost unbearable temptation. I could almost taste it. My fangs ached. I paused, my breath catching in my chest. To mark a she-wolf without her full-throated, conscious consent, especially one as proud and fiercely independent as Vanessa, was synonymous with rape in our world. It was a violation of
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