Marek’s POV
I dragged in a ragged breath, blood still metallic on my tongue, and pushed myself up on one elbow. My vision swam, but I forced my eyes to focus on Nolan’s face that was beautiful, furious but terrifying all the same.
“How do you mean?” I rasped, my voice cracked from coughing.
His roar hit me like a physical blow.
“Answer me! Did you tell anyone about the mate thing?”
The sound rattled my bones, shook the half-healed wounds in my chest. I flinched hard, my instinct screaming to submit, but the poison and the pain had stripped away every filter I had left.
“I don’t f*****g know what you’re talking about!” I shouted back, the words scraping my throat raw.
“You think I’m that stupid? The first day Esme and I stepped foot in this pack, you cornered me in your f*****g of
