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What just happened?
She just asked me not to mark her. My heart sinks. She doesn't want to be mated to me.
She's crying. Maybe I read her wrong? She was ok until I mentioned marking.
I look down at her, her good eye shut tight. My eyes fall on her neck. No mark.
I move my head just enough to look at the other side of her neck. Even with all the bruising, I can't find a mark.
He never marked her.
Impossible.
That's the first thing most mates do. The marking seals the bond between them, allowing them to feel each other's sadness, joy and...
I cup her cheek.
...Pain.
It's no wonder that i***t enjoyed his so-called mate being brutalized. His mark on her neck would have meant extreme, nearly debilitating pain if she was ever intimate with someone else.
How long
