The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

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Jayce‘s POV 

Her voice calms me slightly as she sings along to lyrics. She straightens up and pulls the shirt back down. I can see a blush on her cheeks and I‘m glad as she covers herself more. 

Her friends appear with their food and I take it as my cue to leave. I linger for one last moment, watch ing her as she laughs with her friends before I turn and run far, far away from her. 

Myra‘s POV. 

I make dinner on Sunday evening for Nathan and me. Our parents stopped by this afternoon, making my day. I haven‘t seen them for a few weeks, it was lovely to catch up. 

The week passes quickly, I barely see Jayce. When I do, it‘s only glimpses at a distance. I start to won der if we‘ll ever talk to each other again, maybe only on assignments from Alpha Damien. I spend the week end with my brother, we go and stay at our parent‘s house and I visit my friend Alena. 

Before I know it, it‘s Monday morning again. 

My alarm goes off at 8am, waking me up abruptly. I groan as I roll over and shove my face into my pil low. As my mind wakes up, I realize how hot I am. I look down at the sheets have come off my mattress and are wrapped around me. 

What the fuck? 

I sit up and frown as I look down at my naked body, I definitely went to sleep in my t–shirt and thong last night. My eyes widen as I see those exact items strewn on the floor by the bed. 

taking them

about a guy. I am certain there was a guy in my dreams. I vaguely recall taking off my shirt, I obviously thought I was too

skin I understand why.

my hands rubbed the shower gel across my skin, I had a flash of my dream last night, with a

recall what I and my fantasy man did last night. I haven‘t had sex in

top and pencil skirt and finish

list of jobs for today and I settle down in front of my computer. I set out working on the cash–flow

get out a book I‘ve just started reading. Erotica is my guilty plea sure, but it is not really appropriate for work so I‘ve covered my naughty (bordering on porn) book

can feel my cheeks flushing scarlet at the crude words. Despite my love for them, I still get embarrassed reading

Jayce. 

the corridor talking to Damien.

make myself a cup of tea. I fill the kettle and flick the switch,

Jayce‘s POV. 

I catch him in the corridor. I clench my fists as I inhale her with every breath. She smells different today, more po

manage to smile at him. He

ana 

me about the rogue we captured, did he talk?‘ Damien asks and I can see the conflict in his eyes

I do, but he knows

is the possibility of an uprising, rogues are

was worried that