My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
"Noelle..."
I frown. "Cooper, you're scaring me. Let me call—"
He grabs my wrist, the one with the flame mark.
The moment his fingers close around it, an electric jolt shoots up my arm. I gasp, and he gasps louder.
A strange, warm golden light blooms under my skin, right where the incomplete flame sits. Cooper stares at it, his mouth open. Then he looks up at me, his eyes shimmering.
"You're..." His voice cracks. "You're my soulmate."