The Mark of Betrayal
I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek.
“Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass.
“Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me.
“It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.”
“I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.”
“Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.
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