The Alphas Hunt
Darian took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket- he wiped the blood off his hands as though the blood came from an animal he had killed, but no matter how much he wiped they were still stained red.
I moved back against the couch and shook my head when he turned to watch me. Before I could think I blurted out, “I’m already marked,” and watched as he froze where he stood.
I cock my head just an inch to make sure he could see it. Out of all of the Alphas here, the King included, Emanuel was the lesser of all evils and he marked me.
I couldn't think of a fate worse than someone overthrowing that and claiming me for sport.