The Forgotten Mark
It was six years since I started dating Duke when I asked, "Shouldn't we prepare for the marking ceremony? It's almost July."
Duke stiffened, lowering his eyes to avert his gaze. "You know I'm the Alpha of the Forest Pack, Fiona. And things have been busy with the pack, so I really don't have the time to think about it."
"Okay."
I smiled faintly—he really had forgotten about the promise.
While I had been preparing for the ceremony for days, I had also anticipated disappointment.
If he could forget about something so important, that only meant I didn't mean much in his heart.
In that case, I should just leave.