His Eyes,My Destiny

Chapter 3: The Mark

Jaxon’s POV

I wasn’t supposed to care.

Not about her.

Not about Alina.

But every instinct in me howled the moment she stepped into my house. The way her scent clung to the air—warm, wild, familiar. It wasn’t just attraction. It was recognition. And that scared the hell out of me.

She didn’t know what she was stepping into. This wasn’t just a mansion—it was a den. A cage. A war zone hidden behind marble floors and chandelier light.

And I wasn’t just some moody, messed-up teenager.

I was a Thorn. A wolf. And the future Alpha of a pack that was falling apart.

When she walked into Blackthorne High, everything shifted. My packmates felt it. I saw the way Alec lost control at lunch. His wolf surfacing—too early. Her presence triggered something in us.

Something ancient.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept pacing, kept hearing her heartbeat echo through the house like it was calling me.

Then I smelled it.

Blood.

I was in her room before I even realized I’d moved. She was on the bed, writhing like she was trapped in a dream. Her forehead beaded with sweat, her lips moving silently.

I stepped closer—and froze.

There it was. A mark, glowing faintly on the inside of her wrist. A swirling symbol I’d only seen once before.

In the scrolls.

On the prophecy walls.

And once… on my own skin.

The mark of the Mate.

She whimpered my name in her sleep.

And then—her eyes snapped open.

Glowing.

Golden.

Just like mine.

Before I could speak, before I could make sense of any of it, a voice rang out from the shadows behind her:

“She’s been claimed.”