The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 1

Book 1 Chapter 8 

I smirk, ready to reply with a sarcastic comment, but the intercom cuts me off. 

‘Yes, Alpha Damien?‘ She asks in that breathy voice of hers and my cock twitches in response. 

‘Hi, Myra, is my Beta around?‘ He asks and she frowns. 

I‘m here,‘ I lean over and reply for her. 

“Ah, good, come into my office. You too, Myra, Damien says and I turn on my heel. 

Topen the door for her and she smiles and takes a seat in front of Damien‘s desk. I clench my fists and sit down next to her. 

Damien tells us to go to some pack and I glare at him. 

Is he trying to test my patience? 

I scowl and storm out of the room before he can say anything else. 

I wait silently in the car for her, an hour in the car, smelling her scent, this is really going to test me. I grip the steering and focus on the road, trying to ignore her. 

Her phone rings and I keep my eyes on the road, trying to ignore the jealousy burning inside of me as ! hear a man‘s muffled voice on the other end of the line. 

‘So... I‘m Myra by the way, she says. 

I want to tell her that I don‘t want to talk to her. 

Lie. 

‘I know, I reply. I fight not to look at her. 

‘That was meant to be an invitation for you to tell me your name, she retorts and I sigh. 

‘Jayce,’ I tell her and she nods. 

Luckily, she gives up on the conversation. She must think I‘m an asshole. 

Good. 

The less she likes me, the easier this will be. 

We arrive on Alpha Elijah‘s territory and I thank the Moon Goddess I got through the car journey without marking her. She smells too sweet for her own good. 

We meet some bitchy lady at the door, who obviously isn‘t a fan of my tattoos. 

‘Follow me, she tells us. 

She drags her eyes over me one more time before she turns on her heel and leads us inside the house. I can feel Myra‘s eyes on me but I ignore her. 

‘Alpha.‘ Myra bows her head in respect, I don‘t. 

I sit in silence as the two of them talk. I‘m not here to get involved, I‘m here as a bodyguard. However, 

I‘m not a fan of cocky blondes, she says cryptically and turns away to look out the window. 

“Hmm, good question.‘ She smirks at me and turns her attention back to the window. 

I skip dinner and head straight for the trees, I strip off my sweat–soaked clothes and leap into the air. I shift mid–air and land on four paws. Taking off through the trees, I dodge low branches and tree roots. The brisk night air surrounds me as I run in no particular direction, or at least, that‘s what I tell myself. Before I can stop or talk myself out of it, I‘m stood behind her house. 

I frown as I see her wipe her face, why is she crying? I want to know why, so I can hurt whoever is the cause. I sigh heavily as she finally goes back inside. What am I doing here? I‘m taking stalking to a whole new level. I curse myself as I turn away and sprint back through the forest. I have known this girl only a few days and already I have feelings towards her, and this stupid bond is only going to get stronger.