Erasing the Alpha’s Mark
Then, with a deliberate, steady hand, I tore open the collar of my shirt, baring the smooth skin of my neck and the faint, now-dull glow of the mate mark.
His eyes locked on the mark, and a sharp, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. “Deal.” Without another word, I left the room and made my way straight to the waiting aircraft.
I boarded the plane with nothing but my resolve to unravel.