Omega Bound
“The experiment is failing because of both bites. The trauma of the blackout is waking the memory in his brain.”
I reached out in the dark, my hands finding Ronan's trembling shoulders. I didn't think, I just reacted. My fingers traced the fabric of his torn shirt, sliding v beneath the collar until I felt it.
The jagged, raised flesh of a bit mark on his shoulder blade, I thought it was from the accident, when I saw it the night we had sex.
It was old, it was deep. And it was different from the fresh, fated mate mark on his neck.