Owen’s POV
I groaned and stood up from the bed, sweating profusely, I never knew it was this hard. I thought I could easily forget about Brielle after finding out we are mated, but the harder I tried, the worst it got.
I felt my heart bleeding just from staying away from her, I want to hold her, hug her, and kiss her all over letting her know how much she means to me, and I wondered how my brothers were capable of controlling themselves from jumping or marking her immediately.
The thought of marking her made my canine elongate, and it itches, my wolf is busy being angry in the back of my head, he wants to be with his mate, and so do I, but we can’t right now, telling Brielle we are mated to her will only cause more confusion now that we are not in good terms.
I suddenly heard my doo
