The Alpha's Mark

Chapter Three

WREN’s POV.

I pushed open the heavy doors of the club, the Loud music and dim lights that I used to hate , suddenly felt like heaven .

I needed this, needed to escape the pain and self pity. I made my way to the bar, my legs dragging beneath me like I was walking through mud .

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked, his voice raised over the music.

"Whiskey," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Make it a double." I said and raised two of my fingers to pass across my message.

He raised an eyebrow but poured me a generous shot. I downed it in one gulp, feeling it burn all the way from my throat to my chest to my stomach.

As I waited for my next drink, my eyes scanned the club, taking in the crowd of people laughing and dancing. That's when my eyes caught the devil in an angel’s form. A ridiculously handsome, with chiseled facial features.

He was sitting at a table, sipping a drink and looking like he owned the place.

I couldn't help but stare, my eyes darting back to him again and again. Who was this man, and why did he have to be so gorgeous even from afar?

As the night wore on, I found myself getting more and more drunk. My pain disappeared, and I felt more confident . I decided to take a chance and walk over to him.

"Hi," I said, my words slurry and my legs like jelly.

He looked up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my probably disoriented appearance . "Hi," he replied, his voice deep and smooth.

I crashed down in the chair across from him, my eyes locked on his.

"I'm Wren," I said, my words tumbling out in a rush.

"I'm Caspian," he replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

We talked for hours, or at least it felt like hours. I couldn't keep track of time as we laughed and joked and soon flirted shamelessly. Caspian was easy to talk to, and I found myself opening up to him.

“what brings a pretty damsel like you to such a place? And that too, alone?” CASPIAN asked as he sipped his drink.

"I was rejected by my mate," I said, the words spilling out of me.

Caspian's expression softened, and his mouth made an o shape.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice low and gentle.

I shook my head, feeling a wave of emotion wash over me. But his sympathy didn’t feel fake or demeaning. It was so genuine and I could not help but crave for more.

"It's okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm better off without him. He does not deserve me. He ... he said he deserves better.” I hiccuped the words out.

Caspian reached out and took my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I think you are too," he said, his eyes locked on mine.

As his hand lingered on mine, I suddenly felt hot down there. I knew I was in trouble. d I had no idea what the consequences would be.

“so... if I may ask what brings the most handsome man in the universe to the club and that too alone?” I asked,

“He came to stare at the prettiest lady in the world.” CASPIAN flirted back. "I think I've had too much to drink," I said, my words slurring together.

Caspian grinned. "I think you're just getting started," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But I should get you out of here, it is getting late.”

He stood up, holding out his hand. "Come on," he said. "Let's get out of here."

I took his hand, and crashed against his chest . He led me out of the club, into the cool night air. .

"Want to come up?" he asked, his eyes ok mine.

I nodded, my heart racing .

We stumbled into his apartment, laughing and kissing. His lips captured mine in a fierce and demanding kiss.

As the night got darker, our kisses became more passionate. I felt myself getting lost in his touch. Each time he held the back of my head, or each time his hands squeezed my ass, I could not help but moan in the kiss.

I knew that I wanted him, that I needed him.

"Caspian," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Yes?" he replied, trailing kisses down my jawline.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I want you," I said, my voice firm.

Caspian stopped kissing my jawline and looked me in the eyes . He pulled me close, his lips crashing down on mine.

He picked me up and took me to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

Kicking the door open, he walked in and gently laid me on the soft king sized bed. “Are you sure?” He asked, his deep voice husky.

I took my shirt off in response, freeing my breast.

I saw the look of admiration in his eyes and I pulled him closer. My lips on his ad I took his own shirt off.

We spent the next hours dancing the primitive dance of lust, our moans and groans filling the room.

In the heat of the moment, I sank my teeth into his shoulder, feeling his blood rush into my mouth. The metallic taste filled my mouth, and I gulped it down.

Caspian gasped, his eyes shot open and he stared at me, but rather than get scared, I pressed my lips on his once again.

"You're mine," I whispered, my voice full of possessiveness.

As I pulled back, I saw the mark on his shoulder. It was a small bite, a small scar. But it was enough.

I had marked him as my mate.