Marked by the Alpha
“I didn’t give you permission to die.”
“Thank the goddess for that,” my mate murmured, and for several beats after that we plunged back into silence.
Then I asked him to show me scars, if any, he had gotten from the ordeal. Hector’s expression turned unreadable, and for a little while I thought he would turn down my request.
But then, without a word, he suddenly pulled off the tank top, and even though his torso seemed splattered with scars, my eyes immediately traveled to the angry-looking, raised keloid that’d formed at an area on his lower ribs.