Though frightened, I’m unable to let the degrading remark slide. “I was made for far better things,” I snap. “My parents made me for better things,” I tell him. I wasn’t made to wear his mark, I wasn’t made to wear the mark of a man who hates me so passionately, a man desperate to mark me so he can show the world I’m nothing but his low-grade property.
Killian lets out a dark chuckle, “That’s too bad, you’ll wear my mark whether you like it or not. It will remind you to—”
“Kill—Alpha Killian,” I swallow, the fear kicking in once again. “Please, this is wrong, a mark shouldn’t be given out of anger, a mark is intended for the one you want for eternity,” I tell him, but he seems to have stopped listening and only stares now. “You’re going to strengthen our bond if you mark me....please sto
