The Mark Novel 213

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Chapter 202

Maybe she wouldn’t have died with her own tears and cries the only thing she hears.

Maybe she wouldn’t have been alone.

Maybe if I wasn’t so weak, she would have lived.

I shot up from where I laid, eyes wide open and my heart rate rising. I could feel the sweat form on my skin, my hair damp from my nightmares. My heart pounded against my ears, the only thing I could hear being my own gasps for breaths. I shut my eyes, burying my face in my hands and leaned forward.

It’d been a while since I last had one.

A nightmare.

I honestly forgot about them. These nightmares that haunted me constantly over the last

four years. The bliss of not having them in a long time broken with tonight. I glanced over,

to the clock and sighed.

3:32 am.

I felt cold again.

I felt myself slipping like I did ever so often when I got myself into these episodes. The

chilling reality of who I am- was still latching onto me despite everything I’ve accomplished.

Each life I saved, each life I took, I would remember them.

It didn’t matter which one.

It was unforgiving all the same.

I tried to force my breathing down, tried to handle everything by myself once more when I

felt him. Two strong arms enclosed around me, a bare warm chest pressing onto my back. His comforting scent surrounds me and I momentarily feel myself calm. The bond between us doing its wonders as tingles and waves of comfort meet my panic. His skin felt so right against mine. Like he’d been made to touch me.

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I allow myself this bliss.

As undeserving as I was for it, I allowed myself to take comfort in the little good my life has

given me.

“Are you alright?”

The husk in his tone makes me shiver and I unconsciously press myself into him. As if he was some form of solace I could have to shield me away from everything From all the pain

nd hurt. It’d be so nice if I could pretend it was like that. If I could just forget everything

and instead just relish in the way he held me.

My head falls to the side of his face, my temple resting at his cheek. The warmth his body was emitting calmed both me and my wolf. The kiss he so softly brushed against my temple only served to remedy the ache in my chest.

“I’m fine.”

I tell him, but he could feel I was lying. There was no lying with mate bonds. I could only hope he chose not to say anything. Raizel trails another kiss to my exposed marked neck before he rests his forehead against my shoulder. His arms tightens around me. We sat there in silence, engulfed in the thick atmosphere I knew we would have to break soon.

“Who’s Lila?”

I tried to stay calm.

But the minute that name left his lips, I felt myself freeze up.

The lump that had been shoved down my throat was back again but this time the hurt i felt –

in my heart intensified. I was shaking. I know I was.

And I hated myself for it.

Stop it. Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry. You have no right to. No right to at all. Not in front of him. Not in front of anyone. Not until you avenge them will you have any right to shed a

single tear.

Not until you proved yourself worthy to.

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“You don’t have to answer if you don’t wish to.”

I bite my lip as I force myself to smile. Ever the gentleman, Raizel brushes my hair from my face. He pets me, his hand smoothening my hair back as he kisses the top of my head. His wolf is concerned, nudging his snout against my wolf. She nudges back halfheartedly, tail low and body sprawled over the ground in my mind. The thoughts of the little girl we were supposed to protect and considered our own haunting her as she offered me the slightest

bit of comfort.

rie soul with two broken hearts trying to mend one another.

And then she does something I hadn’t thought about.

Tell him.

Tell mate.

My mate.

My mate who was holding me right now. My mate who laid all his vulnerabilities in front of me. My mate who held my heart in his hands.

The mate I never thought I would have or was deserving of after everything.

“I’m not from Greyhound.”

Raizel stops mid–brush as he listens. I could filmy heart beat against my chest but I ignore

it. Instead of stopping, I merely nuzzle the crown of my head against his hand, silently asking him to continue his ministrations.

He does so without a word.

“I was originally from Nightwake.”

The other arm he kept around me tightened. I feel his anger toward the pack- toward

Landon, and let him calm himself. He breathed me in, using my scent to control his wolf

that was so very close to wolfing out. My own wolf took note of his anger and trotted over to him, brushing her head against his to stop him from growling.