The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 1

Chapter 6 

“Yeah, it was,‘ I reply and get out my phone, checking my notifications so he‘ll get the hint I don‘t want to talk about it. 

The rest of the car journey is silent and for the first time, I‘m grateful for that. Jayce asking me those questions has me digging up a past I‘d rather forget. 

‘Thank you for driving me, I say as I get out of the car. 

I shut the door before he can potentially reply. I go inside and knock on Alpha Damien‘s door, I enter when he asks me to. 

“Hi, Alpha. It all went smoothly. Here‘s the contract. 

I place the paper on his desk and he smiles at me. 

‘Thanks, Myra, that‘s great. You should go home now, he offers and I feel relieved. 

‘Are you sure? 

‘Yes, of course! Have a good night and I‘ll see you tomorrow, he replies and I smile at him. 

‘Thank you, Alpha, you too. 

Fifteen minutes later, I‘m in my kitchen cooking dinner. My mind travels to Jayce as I stir the pasta, it seems he‘s all I think about 

After dinner, I decide to have a shower to relax. I stand underneath the powerful stream of hot water, allowing it to soothe my tense muscles. I slip on ‘a tank top and pajama shorts. I feel exhausted and it‘s not even 8 o‘clock. It‘s not like I‘m doing a physically taxing job either. Maybe I‘m just mentally tired? I don‘t know. 

| unlock one of the French double doors that leads out onto my balcony. The cool night air swirls around me as I step barefoot onto the paving stones. The sky looks amazing, a dark inky black completely littered with stars. I sit on the little stone wall around the edge of the balcony, leaning my back against the wall of the house. To my right is the steep drop down to the garden. I don‘t know how people sneak down balconies in movies, I would never be able to, heights really aren‘t my thing. 

I run my hands through my wet hair, shivering as the wetness soaks through my top. I should probably go inside, but instead I sit and watch the huge expanse of forest in front of me. I look out at the trees that seem to go on for miles, the forest is incomprehensibly large. For a moment, I allow myself to imagine what it must be like to shift into a wolf and run through the trees. To feel that free must be wonderful, my brother has no idea how lucky he is. I will never get to feel that way, to understand what is like to read another‘s mind, to be so strong.