Chapter 11: A Brother's Shock
(Marcus's POV)
The bite mark on Alexander’s neck burned into my memory. Small, faint, but impossibly real.
He didn’t try to hide it. Not even close. His fingers brushed his collar casually, ensuring it was visible as if he wanted me to see it. It wasn’t accidental.
I knew exactly what he was doing.
He straightened his posture, his imposing green eyes locked on mine. There was something in them—a smug, irritating satisfaction that sent my temper roaring.
Pride.
That’s what it was. This wasn’t just about a bite mark; this was about sending a message.
Alexander Stone was proud.
Possessive.
He wanted me to know.
My wolf bristled immediately under his encompassing presence. But more than that, my human side, the protective brother, seethed.
