Ben’s POV
I swallow hard as I look into her eyes.
I f****d up.
Majorly f****d up.
She lifts her hand from her neck to look at the blood smeared across her palm.
My eyes carefully drift back to the mark and a mixture of emotions take over me. I know I shouldn’t have done it without talking to her first. I know that I shouldn’t have lost control of myself… but… f**k me, does it look good on her.
I try to hide how my chest swells with pride. She’s mine now and the animal in me is satisfied beyond belief.
“What are you worried about? She’s our mate. She’ll love it.” Mack states in irritation in my head.
Clearly, my mixed emotions are raining on his f*****g parade.
“Does it look like she f*****g loves it?” I reply privately whilst I examine Abby’s confused state once again.
