The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Lexi's POV.

I cancel on the girls the next day, I can't face them and tell them I've met my mate and I'll probably have to reject him.

What will they think of me if I don't reject him

What will my parents think of me My father will kill him.

I spend the day in bed, moping and feeling sorry for myself. I try to work out what to do, my best option is to stay away from him, he doesn't know any of my details, and I gave him a fake name.

I imagine telling my friends, the girls would insist I reject him for my own safety, and I know one of their arguments would be that no one wants the father of their children to be a murderer. My parents would never accept him as my mate, they certainly wouldn't come to the wedding.

By Monday morning, I've cried all that I can and I'm even more upset when I realize I've left my crucifix necklace at his house.

Oh, well, I guess it's something for him to remember me by.

I return to work at the clinic, eager to have something to take my mind off Rixon. Despite living on my parent's territory, I have my own house and I'm grateful for my space.

I dream of him each night and he stays on my mind constantly throughout the day. By Friday, I look in the mirror and I can't believe how bad I look. Washed out face, bags under my eyes and messy hair.

'Seriously, what is up with you' Lucia asks as I awkwardly try and avoid eye contact.

'I've just been ill that's all, should get better soon though,' I lie, feeling guilty but knowing it's better than the truth.

Because if I tell her the truth, she will make me reject him, and from the way I am now, I'm not sure I'll survive it. I know as soon as I see his face, I won't be able to say the words.

'Well, you have to be feeling better tomorrow cause Myra is having that barbecue remember' She says chirpily and I wince inwardly, I forgot about that.

'Of course.' I force a smile; it seems to satisfy her because she leaves a few minutes later.

I forgot about the bloody barbecue.

I decide to go to sleep ridiculously early, to try and make up for the sleep I've lost the past week.

I dream of Rixon, our night together, his body on mine.