Marked Terntory\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marked Territory\u00a0<\/p>\n
Claim\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can fight it all you want, snowflake, but we both know you\u2019re not running. Not from us. Not really.\u201d \u2013 Seth Caine\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rhea\u2019s POV:\u00a0<\/p>\n
The rest of the ride to the packhouse was filled with the quads discussing some rogue problem they had dealt with at another pack. Apparently, their solution involved Callum literally ripping out the rogue leader\u2019s throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My stomach twisted, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to picture the scene.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jaxon, of course, caught it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cScared, sunshine?\u201d His voice was low, teasing, but his gaze was anything but.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I folded my arms across my chest, forcing my voice to stay even. \u201cLet me guess, you\u2019re going to\u00a0<\/p>\n
tell me I shouldn\u2019t be?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
From the passenger seat, Seth twisted around, his grin sharp and almost too pleased with my\u00a0<\/p>\n
discomfort.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you should be,\u201d he said, eyes flashing. Just not of us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s comforting,\u201d I deadpanned, staring out the window.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rory\u2019s chuckle came from the side. \u201cPrincess, we\u2019re not that bad\u2026 unless someone gives us a\u00a0<\/p>\n
reason to be.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could respond, Callum\u2019s voice cut through the conversation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough. Change the subject.\u201d His tone was firm, making it clear there was no room for argument.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jaxon sighed dramatically but leaned back in his seat. \u201cFine. Let\u2019s talk about something\u00a0<\/p>\n
important.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I should\u2019ve known better than to let my guard down\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLila mentioned there\u2019s a dinner party Friday for her and Theo,\u201d Callum said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. \u201cWhat are you planning to wear?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blinked. \u201cWear?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
These fucker better not even think about choosing my dress for me. Our f*****g heads will roll.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, for the event where we introduce you to the pack as our mate,\u201d Rory added, grinning like he was enjoying this way too much.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shrugged, keeping my tone casual. Even though I wanted to wring the bastard\u2019s neck for this\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u104b\u00a0<\/p>\n
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1\/7\u00a0<\/p>\n
< Marked Territory\u00a0<\/p>\n
Claim\u00a0<\/p>\n
because there was no doubt in mind, the asshole was doing it to get a rise from me, \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something simple.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSimple isn\u2019t your style anymore,\u201d Jaxon said, his voice dipping into something darker. \u201cNot when\u00a0<\/p>\n
you\u2019re ours.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The possessiveness in his tone sent a hot shiver down my spine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jaxon\u2019s POV:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe could wear a garbage bag, and all eyes would be on her. She\u2019d still outshine everyone else,\u201d Rory said, smirking, clearly trying to diffuse the tension.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seth snickered, but I didn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because the second the words left Rory\u2019s mouth, my wolf, Blaze, snapped to the surface, clawing against my control. My vision flickered\u2013human one second, wolf\u2013black the next. My fingers flexed against my thigh, itching to grab her, to pull her into me, to make sure there wasn\u2019t a single doubt in her mind about who she belonged to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Mine.\u2018 Blazed snarled\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Ours,\u2018 I corrected myself, but Blaze wasn\u2019t f*****g interested in sharing right now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful, Rory,\u201d I growled, voice rough, my chest tightening with possessive heat. \u201cYou\u2019re still my brother, but you don\u2019t get to say s**t like that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rory arched a brow, unbothered, always the smug bastard. \u201cRelax, Blaze,\u201d he drawled mockingly, rolling my wolf\u2019s name off his tongue like a challenge. \u201cIt\u2019s called being supportive.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew what he was doing\u2013poking the beast, seeing how far I\u2019d let him push before I snapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wouldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not yet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead, I looked at my sunshine\u2013our mate\u2013and let my gaze slowly drag down her body. She shifted, crossing her legs like she was trying to hide something, but I saw it. Scented it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That tiny flicker of arousal curled into the air like a *****g invitation. Blaze f*****g preened, growling with approval.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou like that, sunshine?\u201d I murmured, my voice low rough, tinged with something dark and hungry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her breath hitched, and her fingers clenched the hem of her sweater like she wished she could\u00a0<\/p>\n
shrink away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cute.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But not happening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
217\u00a0<\/p>\n
< Marked Territory\u00a0<\/p>\n
Claim\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned in, my hand brushing the soft curve of her thigh, my voice just for her sweet and inviting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want to be praised by me instead, don\u2019t you, sunshine?\u201d I asked, my lips so close to her ear that she shivered. \u201cNeedme to tell you how f*****g perfect you\u2019d look in anything? Or nothing at all?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her thighs squeezed together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Blaze f*****g purred.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her pulse stuttered, her lips parted\u2013and f**k, I wanted to ruin that mouth. But Seth, the asshole, laughed, breaking the spell. \u201cJaxon, man, I think you broke her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pulled back just enough to watch her face. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark, and her breath uneven\u2013like she couldn\u2019t quite figure out what the **k just happened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Good.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She needed to get used to this\u00a0<\/p>\n
To us. To me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seth\u2019s POV:\u00a0<\/p>\n
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