Jason's POV
"I don't understand.." I uttered, looking down at Kayla, who lay below me, my eyes drawn to the slender curves of her neck, mortified seeing that her once pristine skin now proudly bore a mate's mark- My mark! Catching the trauma on her face, I knew she was picking up on my regret and anger.
"Wait, she can only sense my feelings if..." I mused inwardly, looking down at where her fingers trailed the same spot on my neck; I winced, spotting a mark of my own, bruised and angry but nonetheless imprinted on my skin.
"Fuck." I seethed; instant guilt washed over me, seeing the pain sweep over my apparent mate's face.
"Sorry, darling- I am just..."
"Confused; yeah, you said that!" She snapped, pushing me onto my side and off her. Laying back on the wet grass, I looke
