Marco’s fingers dig deep into Nana’s skin, bruising her throat, closing his fingers as tight as it will go around her neck. As he looks at the mark on her neck, rage and frustration burns in his face. He has his nose bleeding again, a thick, black line from his nostril to his upper lip. Cursing under his breath, he swipes it away with the back of his hand.
The Lycan covers his mate in his scent to keep her away from other men, if any tries to go close, their nose bleeds. Marco knows but he doesn’t care.
“f*****g b***h,” he snarls, shaking her. “You think that f*****g Lycan means s**t? You think you’re not mine anymore?”
Nana doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t even blink. She stares up at the ceiling, her face blank, her body still.
Marco’s lip curls. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
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