Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
"You did it. You saved us."
Rowan looked up at me, his eyes fading back to hazel, but the amethyst fire was still there, deep in the iris. He reached up, his hand trembling as he touched the mark on my neck.
"I'm sorry, Alice," he whispered. "I didn't just save you. I marked you."
"What does that mean?" I asked, my heart sinking.
"It means every Alpha in this wasteland can smell you now," he said, his voice breaking. "And they won't stop until the Beast is dead and the Origin is back in a cage."