Bella’s pov
I lay on my bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling of my dorm room while the distant sounds of the campus night hummed outside. No matter how hard I pressed my eyes shut, I couldn't get him out of my head. Ethan. The way his knuckles felt against my skin, the way he had roared at Scott, and the way he looked at me—like I was a puzzle he was determined to solve and destroy all at once.
My hand drifted instinctively to my neck, my fingers brushing over the skin where the Alpha Daddy mark sat like a brand. I hissed, the phantom sting of it making my blood boil.
"Stupid," I whispered to the empty room. "You’re so incredibly stupid, Bella."
Every time I felt that mark, I was reminded of the man who put it there. A man so devoid of a soul that he didn't care whose lives he ruined
