35. Mark
Dalia's P.O.V I watched the door close shut, Knox leaving to get some work done. I sat on the edge of our bed, my eyes darting between the mirror we had been in front of just a couple of minutes ago, and the door, where he had just stepped out. I let myself sit in silence for a moment, trying to wrap my head around all that happened and all the questions that were popping up the more time I had alone. His scars, the images of what could have caused them, the images of him being hurt, hurt more than my own. His pain was now mine, as mine was his. My mate stood before me, kissing each of my imperfections, as well as my insecurities away. After seeing all the beautiful girls in the city, after seeing Rose, I wanted to know why he wanted me, why me when he could have any she-wolf he wished.
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