The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

‘Myra!‘ Jayce calls my name, relief crossing his features as he sees me standing a few feet away. He takes a step towards me and I back away, not wanting to be anywhere near him right now. 

‘Myra let me explain,‘ he says, holding his hands out pleadingly. I just stare at him and shake my head. 

“You stay away from me,‘ I tell him, not recognizing my own voice, raw with emotion. His hurt face near ly breaks me, but I get another flash of that abused man‘s face as a sickening reminder. 

I‘m begging you, let me explain, this is what I didn‘t want to happen, this is why I didn‘t tell you, he im plores me, and I feel completely torn in two. 

‘Then you shouldn‘t be such a fucking sadist then, I snap, fuming at him for being such a violent per son. 

What kind of heartless asshole can torture someone? 

I‘m not a sadist Myra, hear me out, he takes another step towards me, but this time I don‘t back away. He looks relieved and runs his hands through his ha 

‘Damien gets me to interrogate trespassers and rogues who might be planning an attack or uprising, never women, never anyone underage, and they are only the trespassers we suspect have bad intentions, I never use tools or weapons, only my hands, it‘s not like I torture them, half the time all it takes is a bit of in timidation and they fess up anyways, he explains, and I become more relieved as he goes on. 

‘What about the man in there?‘ I question and his face hardens. 

‘That man in there, killed two members of my patrol team, both of whom had mates and children that are now heartbroken, he doesn‘t deserve to be alive today, he growls, and I suddenly don‘t feel so bad about the beaten man. But that doesn‘t make his job okay. 

rare occurrence and a necessary evil in protecting the pack, I don‘t kill those men, they are re leased after questioning as long as their plan has been

fear in his voice breaks my heart. I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his neck

voice is small and shaky,

give me your phone and I‘ll add my number, text me when you‘re ready or want to talk, he of fers and does as he asks, watching silently as

Myra, he says and my heart clenches tightly at

and head back over to the pack hall, to eat whatever lunch

I think Alpha Damien senses this, because he sends me home

keep myself occupied for the rest of the day, but I lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to picture that man‘s bloodied face. I imagine if I were a true shifter and had been born into the violence and fighting like my brother was, I would be more accepting of this. But

to fight, I wasn‘t involved, I was doing human things like going to

cons of Jayce, feeling relieved but still uneasy when the pro‘s mas sively outweighed the cons. He has reasons behind his job, and

be his job? Why can‘t it be someone else‘s?

it for tonight and although it takes me

Myra‘s POV. 

last night were anything but nightmares. Like the other nights, I‘ve thrown my bedding off the bed again and stripped myself of my garments, I don‘t know why I even bothered wearing them,

is sticky from sweat and I feel like my blood is on fire, heating my skin, despite being naked. I peel my body from the bed and jump into my shower, eagerly turning the water to cold. The icy water

feeling slightly cooler but certainly not cold. I dry myself off and search for my outfit for the day. Once dressed,

me from thinking about

excited to see she has messaged me and our friend Alena already on our group chat, suggesting a camping trip on my next day off.

and see the two of them talking on the lawn, Jayce is wearing a tight white t–shirt that shows off his tan and bulging muscles, he looks delicious. His skin is glowing with a faint sheen of sweat and he wipes his forehead,