S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
But as I continued looking at the memories of Zeek, I saw the scar on his face and realized it wasn’t Zeek at all, but Alphus.
“Kitty, that wasn’t Zeek. That was someone called Alphus,” I tried to calm her down. She was shivering and in shock.
“What’s wrong, Pussy Cat?” Zeek felt my distress, so I told him everything Meadow showed me.
“Alphus did what?” Zeek growled. “No wonder your wolf had been dormant,” he hissed. “Meadow, if you are listening, I want you to know I love Kitty and you so much, and I’d rather die than hurt you.” He ran a finger over my face. “If you’re ready, we can fully seal our mate bond, and you could also mark me.”