MAYA’S POV
“I think I have a problem.”
“For the umpteenth time, you don’t have a problem,” Lycan Rasmus said to me.
He had me place my head on his right shoulder, and he kept massaging my arm with his fingers. He wouldn’t leave me to myself, not even for a second. I had assumed he would be distant from me, but I was wrong.
The previous night, Lycan Rasmus and I went to the woods. He confessed his feelings to me, and I accepted him as my mate. He suggested marking me right away, and I agreed without hesitating.
He attempted to sink his canine into my shoulder so he could mark me as his, but his canine refused to sink into my shoulder no matter how hard he tried or how many times he tried.
“Why do you think you couldn’t mark me as yours?” It occurred to me to ask him, so I did. He prob
