"Thank you."
Rogue smirked at me as he removed his hand on my cheek. "No need. This isn't for free after all."
Apparently, my mark should've disappeared within hours after Alexander's death, but it had been over a week since the assassination attempt and the skin behind my ear is still as swollen as ever. It didn't help me either that my body has been fatally craving his pheromones. Luckily, Rogue was kind enough to offer me his, though not the same, for a price—he'll use me as bait to lure Alexander out and finish the job.
The rest of the slaves were sent somewhere safe, where the rest of the rescued humans were housed since they were—according to Rogue—crowding the site. So I was mostly locked up alone in the room they prepared for me, with the blonde werewolf coming in every now and
