Anya's Point of View:
I dreamed about us last night, having a happy family. It was the best night of my life. We made love. Yes, it wasn’t just s*x anymore because I knew, and felt, that Marcus truly loved me. I smiled mentally, feeling my wolf purr in contentment. I snuggled closer to Marcus, only to realize he was already gone.
"Marcus!?" I called out. He was no longer lying next to me. Feeling disappointed, I walked to the bathroom. "Stop frowning, Anya. He might be busy with something," my wolf said, trying to comfort me. I sighed. Though I knew I had hope that Marcus loved me, I couldn’t shake off the anxiety that maybe he would go back to his old ways. That’s why I wanted him to mark me.
I stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward the kitchen, still wearing Marcus’s shirt. His
