Marked by the Alpha
As he sagged against Hector, an almost reverent hush fell over the entire field, and supporting him slowly, my mate lowered him to the ground until the two of them sat on the grassy plains.
I looked in Marcia’s direction, and watched her take in the entire scene. Her face was pale, like she’d just had every bit of blood drained from it, but I didn’t get to study her for long, because the sound of a broken sob drew my attention back to the two men who had been fighting.
Carlos’s chest rose jerkily, and tears rolled freely down the side of my face.
“For–Forgive me, Alpha,” he managed through the blood and spittle bubbling out of his mouth. “It was… never my intention… to have a hand in this… u