Mated To The Scarred Alpha
Fenrir shifts again, restless.
“You should've marked her! Should've protected her!”
"I'm protecting her now," I mutter.
“Too late,” he snarls back.
I close my eyes, and imagine her body, pale on the bed, sweat at her temples. The tremble in her lips when she said she was fine, and she wasn't. And it was my fault.
The SUV slows, then pulls to a stop.
Hayes turns back. "We're here Alpha,” Kylo, the driver, informs me. Kylo is an excellent driver and a loyal warrior. He's been working with me since his parents died in the last war, good man.
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