Bailey POV
Waking up to my mate was surreal. My arms clasped her tightly, my nose sniffing her scent. Her eyes were wide as she looked over at me and I sniffed again, her scent almost different but I was unable to discern why. Was it because of that bastard Jaxon and his marking of her? Was that messing with her smell? I gave a low growl, burying my head into her neck as she sighed beneath me, content to let me lie next to her and making no move to get away from me.
"It feels like I'm in a dream right now" she whispers.
"If this is a dream then I'm right there with you" I tell her, kissing the nape of her neck and trying to ignore the line across my make.
But it's staring me right through the face, along with the mark of Jaxon on there. Riley's hand reaches up slowly to trace them b
