The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

I bite my bottom lip as he reaches up to his baseball cap and turns it around so it's on backward. Usually I think guys that wear their hats like that are twats, but on him it makes my knees weak.

I nervously clasp my hands together as stroll over to us, trying to hide how much they are shaking.

'Rixon, this is Lexi,' Jayce introduces us and I wince as I see shock flash in Rixon's eyes as he realizes I lied about my name.

'Lexi,' he emphasizes my name and I wince again.

'Lovely to meet you,' he offers out his hand and I nervously take it.

As soon as our hands touch, tingles explode up my arm and I clench my thighs as the feeling heads south. He squeezes my hand tightly and I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but so does he.

'Nice to meet you, too. I'm just going to pop inside and get a drink, back in a minute,' I excuse myself and practically run inside.

I grab my bag and go upstairs to the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it behind me. Gripping the sink, I look at myself in the mirror.

What am I going to do

How could Jayce friends with him He must not know what he is.

I touch up my make—up and glance up when there's a knock on the door.

'All yours,' I say as I open the door, expecting someone to be waiting for the bathroom.

Instead, Rixon is there, his build blocking the doorway entirely. I swallow hard and take a step back as he comes in and shuts the door behind him. My heart begins beating rapidly as he locks it and his eyes settle on me, full of anger.

'You're right, you are all mine,' he comments possessively.

I'm too scared to argue so I just take another step back, grimacing as I hit the wall.

'Imagine my excitement at meeting my mate after waiting 14 years and finding that she's even more perfect than I could ever have thought,' he begins and my heart flutters as his words.

'Imagine my happiness at spending the most incredible night together, knowing we have that every night for the rest of our lives. Imagine my shock when I wake up in the morning, to discover that she has snuck out and left nothing but a necklace.'

He leans in close to me.

'Finally, imagine my anger at finding out she has lied about her own name,' he finishes.

I feel terrible, looking down at my small feet opposite his large ones.

'It's not what it looks like,' I whisper, conflicted between feeling guilty and feeling terrified of being alone with him.

'Christ, Lexi, you're shaking, do I really scare you that much' He asks.

I glance up and his eyes are full of hurt.

'What are you If you're not a member of a pack, what are you' I ask and he looks at me confused.

'I'm a rogue,' he replies, and I brace myself for the harder question.

'What kind of rogue' I ask and he clenches his jaw.

'You saw the brand,' he deduces, and realization crosses his features. 'That's why you ran,' he says, and I nod slowly.

'Why didn't you tell me' I ask, and it's his turn to look guilty.

'Funnily enough, it's usually my opening line,' he snaps and my eyes narrow.

He's mocking me.

'Well, don't you think I deserve to know' I retort, crossing my arms over my chest, his eyes flick down to my tits then back up to my face.

'Yes, you do. But it's a long, rather personal story and I don't make a habit of telling everyone I meet,' he quips, and I'm offended he doesn't want to tell me.

'And I'm everyone am I I just don't understand why you wouldn't tell your own mate,' I say exasperated, and we both jump as someone tries the door handle.

'Occupied,' Rixon calls out and turns back to me.

'Look, I knew you would react badly. I was going to tell you in my own time alright We can't stay in here all day, see me again tomorrow' He suggests and I scoff.

'No way, I don't intend on ever seeing you again,' I snap and go to move past him to the door, but he stops me by holding up my crucifix.

I reach to grab it, but he lifts it up, out of my reach.

'You get it back when you see me tomorrow.' He smirks and I glare at him.

'And where exactly do you propose we meet'

'Your territory, I'll wait for you at the border.' He shrugs and I raise an eyebrow.

'The border is huge; how will you know where I am'

'Trust me, babe, I'll find you. You're mine remember' He says and I want to slap that smug grin off his face.

'I'm not yours, babe.'

I shove him out the way, but I don't get very far, his hands grab my waist and press me against the wall. I pant as he leans in, his body pressing into my back, my face pressed against the cold wall.

'I should've marked you when I had the chance,' he whispers, brushing my hair away from my neck with his rough fingers.

I shiver and panic at the thought of him marking me.

My parents don't even know I've met him!