It was shaped like a wolf fang. Deep and angry-looking.
I touched the edge—still sore.
From what I knew, marking usually happened during the first time mates had s*x. After that, a bond formed—one that made the male protective and possessive, and the female obedient and loyal.
Ezra and I didn’t have s*x. Truth to be told I’d rather get trampled by a crazy boar than sleep with him.
But the mark still worked.
My instincts kept telling me to submit to him. It was f*****g frustrating.
“Ezra Ravenshire is not a good mate. Even though he has a strong wolf,” Rene growled.
“Agreed,” I said coldly.
“So do we have a plan?”
“We do, actually.”
I put on a hoodie and jeans, pulled the hood over my face, and quietly slipped out of the room.
No one noticed me leaving. Not the guards, not the dr
