The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Paige's POV.

He sniffs the air and then growls. It's a low sound that vibrates around the cell in the most bone—chilling way.

'You're in heat' He snarls the question angrily, accusingly, like I have any control over it.

I look up and meet his livid gaze. He glares at me as though he wants to kill me.

'I tried to tell them, but they wanted me in an air—tight room,' I reply quietly.

The man growls again, making me flinch.

'Fucking perfect,' he snaps and pulls at his chains. 'They're trying to torture me.'

I want to tell him that it's ten times worse for me, but I keep my mouth shut.

I hold my legs closer to my chest, hoping I can hold off this wave as long as possible. The chains look strong, hopefully strong enough to hold him.

But honestly, it's not him I'm worried about.

Heat makes you horny as hell. You'll take pretty much any unmated, age—appropriate person you can get when a wave hits you. It depends on who you're attracted to and, unfortunately for me and this prisoner, I'm hetero.

It's going to be twice as hard, when the guy who is near you, is fucking gorgeous. He might be a prisoner, but holy shit. He would make it onto the inmate's calendar.

His hair is messy and tousled but is golden blonde. His eyes are jet black, but I think that's due to anger and attraction. I wonder what color they are when he is calm.

Tattoos and scars adorn his tanned skin. His muscles are both tempting and daunting. I really hope those chains can hold him, because if his body is any indication of what his dick is like, he'll split me in half.

We sit in silence for maybe half an hour. It's hard to tell how much time passes. We avoid eye contact. He closes his eyes and leans back against the wall. I stare at the polished concrete floor.

My eyes betray me and stray across the room to look at him again. His body is powerful and seems to ooze dangerous vibes.

I bite my lip as I wonder what he did to get in here. He doesn't smell like he belongs to a pack; he smells of the forest and of alluring male pheromones.

He's a rogue.

But what did he do to get locked up in the most secure cell of a pack's dungeon

'Stop staring at me,' he snaps, with his eyes still closed.

I jump at the sound of his rough voice breaking through the silence.

'Sorry,' I mumble and return my gaze to the floor.

I rest my chin between my knees.

'What' He asks and I look up at him in confusion, he sighs and rolls his eyes. 'I can sense you have a question. What'

I run my tongue over my top teeth and wonder whether to ask it. Might as well, we are stuck in here together. Maybe, I can distract us both from my heat

Yeah, no chance, Paige.

'What did you do to get in here' I ask nervously and he narrows his pitch—black eyes at me.

'I'm a rogue. I protect other rogues. One of them stumbled onto this territory and I tried to stop the guards from taking him. I fought them off and he got away, but they shot me with silver bullets and dragged me back here. I'm still waiting for the Alpha to get round to putting me on trial.'

I listen to his explanation.

Some packs don't care about trespassers, but other ones take it really seriously. They're usually ones that have been attacked in the past and are now really cautious about rogues.

'I trespassed on their territory, too,' I admit, and he shakes his head.

'It's stupid. They're just going to put us in front of the Alpha, who will say not to do it again and let us go,' he grumbles angrily.

'Do you live around here, then' I ask, trying to keep the conversation going.

The rogue is silent for a moment, probably pondering how much to tell me.

'I live about ten miles south of this territory, I like to live alone, by my own rules,' he says and surprises me by indulging me with more information. 'I never wanted to be an Alpha, I don't like having responsibility for all those pack members, I want to be able to do whatever I want, whenever I want.'

I nod, understanding that. Goddess knows how much my twin values her freedom.

'I left my old pack and got a job as a nurse in the city. I haven't gotten round to joining a new one yet.'