Mason
I sit on my hotel bed with my back resting against the headboard as I stare at the open laptop on my legs. My eyes linger on the CCTV picture and the visible mark on my mate’s beautiful neck. That jerk has marked my mate.
It has been a couple of days since I’ve found her, but instead of joy, my blood boils and anger pulses through my veins. My mate has been taken from me, and I didn’t have a chance to fight for her.
How could this have happened, and why would she agree to do it? Deep down inside of me, I’m not sure I really want to know. This explains why my wolf is drawn to her scent, but at the same time, the pull isn’t really there.
My mate is already marked by someone else.
A lone tear falls down my cheek as my wolf whimpers. This is not how I had wanted this to end. Wasn
