The Girl He Marked

Chapter 6

“Yeah, it was,‘ I reply and get out my phone, checking my notifications so he‘ll get the hint I don‘t want

to talk about it.

The rest of the car journey is silent and for the first time, I‘m grateful for that. Jayce asking me those

questions has me digging up a past I‘d rather forget.

‘Thank you for driving me, I say as I get out of the car.

I shut the door before he can potentially reply. I go inside and knock on Alpha Damien‘s door, I enter

when he asks me to.

“Hi, Alpha. It all went smoothly. Here‘s the contract.

I place the paper on his desk and he smiles at me.

‘Thanks, Myra, that‘s great. You should go home now, he offers and I feel relieved.

‘Are you sure?

‘Yes, of course! Have a good night and I‘ll see you tomorrow, he replies and I smile at him.

‘Thank you, Alpha, you too.

Fifteen minutes later, I‘m in my kitchen cooking dinner. My mind travels to Jayce as I stir the pasta, it

seems he‘s all I think about

It‘s really not good.

It would be me to think about a guy that barely talks to me. He‘s so moody and brooding it drives me

insane but it makes me so curious about him, he‘s so mysterious.

After dinner, I decide to have a shower to relax. I stand underneath the powerful stream of hot water,

allowing it to soothe my tense muscles. I slip on ‘a tank top and pajama shorts. I feel exhausted and it‘s

not even 8 o‘clock. It‘s not like I‘m doing a physically taxing job either. Maybe I‘m just mentally tired? I

don‘t know.

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around me as I step barefoot onto the paving stones. The sky looks amazing, a dark inky black

completely littered with stars. I sit on the little stone wall around the edge of the balcony, leaning my

back against the wall of the house. To my right is the steep drop down to the garden. I don‘t know how

people sneak down balconies in movies, I would never be able to, heights really aren‘t my thing.

I run my hands through my wet hair, shivering as the wetness soaks through my top. I should probably

go inside, but instead I sit and watch the huge expanse of forest in front of me. I look out at the trees

that seem to go on for miles, the forest is incomprehensibly large. For a moment, I allow myself to

imagine what it must be like to shift into a wolf and run through the trees. To feel that free must be

wonderful, my brother has no idea how lucky he is. I will never get to feel that way, to understand what

is like to read another‘s mind, to be so strong.

A part of me used to feel angry at the thought that I would never be like the rest of my family. My par

ents never kept it a secret from me, I eagerly anticipated my brother‘s first shift as much as he did. I

loved it at first, being able to brag that my brother was a wolf. Until it finally sunk in that I never was

going to shift as well, I had always secretly hoped I would miraculously shift and surprise everyone.

Although, I think what hurt me more than not shifting, was the idea that I would most likely never have a

mate. I have grown up watching my parents madly in love, even now, it seems like they only met

yester

day. It was amazing growing up in a household so full of love, but at the same time, as my brother

turned sixteen and could potentially meet his mate, it was a constant, painful reminder that I would

probably never experience that kind of love. My poor brother is now twenty–four and has waited eight

years for his mate, he puts on a façade that he doesn‘t care, but I know deep down it kills him, he’s told

me enough times when he‘s drunk. I honestly feel for him, at least I‘m not expecting a mate, Nate on

the other hand, he expected to meet her years ago.

I look up at the bright white stars blinking above me and I silently wish for me to have a mate. It would

be perfect. I have been forced to date other human males, I know when I get married, I will still have a

part of me wondering whether we will work out or we‘re meant to be. I lean my head back against the

wall and allow a single tear to fall.

I quickly wipe my face and slip down off the wall onto the balcony. I glance over my shoulder one last

time at the mass of trees behind the house before heading inside.