I couldn’t even suppress the scream that left my lips, drenched in utter fright. Every instinct in me was triggered, on edge.
“Ines?” I heard Marcus call, alarmed.
I whipped my body around only to find nothing. Not a single thing in sight, just the light mint color walls.
The door opened, Marcus coming in all big and broadening.
“Ines?” he questioned, coming to me.
I practically threw myself in his arms. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me.
“It was there!” I explained, rapidly, my eyes trained on the spot.
“What was?” he asked.
The hairs on the back of my neck were erect. My terror was transmitting right through our bond, impacting Marcus.
“I do not know!” I let out, exasperated, “the thing I saw last night!”
His eyebrows met as he looked around the washroom.
“Dear,” he softly said, as if he was about to tell me devastating news but didn’t want to risk the chance of breaking my heart, “nothing’s here.”
“No, but it was! In the mirror, the-the reflection!” I stuttered.
I was panicking and I felt the need to convince him to believe me.
Did he not sense the presence? Did he come in too late?
Every fiber in my body was on edge.
Did he not believe me?
He looked back at me, his expression was soft. He opened his mouth to say something but then abruptly closed his mouth.
I frowned. It felt like my heart got stabbed.
Maybe I just need to block him? Mentally. So far, this morning, nothing worked out in my favor when he got insight into my thoughts.
“Would you like to meet my beta and his wife?” he asked me, completely changing the subject.
It hurt more than I thought it would.
Oh, so much.
I took it as a sign to pull myself out of his arms. I felt offended but embarrassed.
I was making out with a man I practically just met, in a bed with him. Granted we’re both mates and we’re equally entitled to one another, maybe he didn’t like women who were sexually bold? If that was even the right terminology to use.
“I will get ready,” I answered him.
“Ines,” he started but I completely pulled myself from his embrace, running a hand through my hair.
“Um, my bag is in the other room, I will meet you back here if that is okay,” I told him, avoiding eye contact.
I felt him get angry.
“That’s fine,” he allowed.
When he didn’t leave first, I did, walking to the door that led out to the main area.
I walked to the old room as quickly as I could. My chest was heavy. Not only was I shaken from what I saw but I was hurt and offended deep down because of how Marcus expressed himself over something that clearly bothered me.
I quickly showered while I was in the old room too, before I threw on tan, straight-leg pants, and a dark red blouse.
I just left the bag, feeling too weird to bring it to his room although I had every right to.
As I was walking back to his room, I spotted Marcus outside of his room, in a deep conversation with the woman that bumped into me yesterday, the one that claimed I was the reason her brother died.
When Marcus sensed my presence, he promptly ended the conversation so I didn’t hear what they were talking about. The girl walked the opposite way from me.
It made confusion fuse in me.
“Hello, dear,” Marcus greeted, “you look lovely.”
“Merci,” I thanked him, “what were you talking about?”
“Oh, it was nothing,” he shook his head.
I got offended, again. Why couldn’t I know? Was there something wrong with me? Did he trust that female more than me?
I silently nodded but when he went to take my hand, I tucked it in my back pocket.
“Are you mad at me?” he questioned as he started to walk down the hallway with me beside him.
“Have you done something that would make me mad?” I asked.
“Yes,” he confirmed, “but I want to know if you’re mad.”
I looked up at him.
“What were you two discussing?” I tried again.
“Nothing,” he blinked.
I pursed my lips.
“I need to call Authur,” I told him.
I felt him get offended.
“Why?” He demanded.
“Oh, nothing,” I shrugged, mirroring his attitude towards me.
Boy, did he not like that.
“Ines,” he warned.
“What?” I snipped.
He sighed, still angry but didn’t want to make me mad.
“We’ll continue this conversation later,” he finalized.
I didn’t say anything.
I was still wondering what the hell I actually saw. Marcus said nothing was there but every instinct in me was on edge.
I knew it was something, I just didn’t know what.
He opened this door, allowing me to walk in before him. It was this vast dining hall, some tables were already occupied.
I turned around, looking at Marcus, giving him a questioning look.
“Breakfast,” he explained.
“Oh,” I mumbled.
“You sit with me,” he told me, walking over to a table which had some men sitting there already, talking amongst themselves, “with my higher rankings.”
I silently nodded as he pulled out a seat for me before taking a seat next to me. The man next to him immediately conversed with him. I had nothing to do so I quietly sat.
“Aren’t you pretty,” the man next to me grinned, “And who might you be?”
At his words, Marcus whipped his head over. The anger in him skyrocketed.
“Watch your mouth,” he growled at him.
The man’s eyes widened.
“This is Ines, my mate,” he explained, as briefly as he could, it seemed.
“Oh, my deepest apologies, Alpha,” he nodded his head.
Marcus went back to conversing with the man he was before. Again, I had no one to talk to.
Food was served and everyone ate after Marcus started.
I felt so awkward. Now, granted I was never much of a talker to being with, I was almost always comfortable with keeping my mouth shut.
I learned at a young age that it was best to only speak when needed.
However, I felt almost lonely. I was beyond offended and hurt from this morning and, I don’t know, I felt like Marcus and I needed to discuss something.
Also, I hated how he didn’t tell me why he was talking to that woman. Not that he needed my permission to hold a conversation with a female, it just bugged me that he refused to answer me when I asked.
It felt like he didn’t trust me. And it hurt.
Soon enough, Marcus stood, leaving, holding my hand. Once we left the room, the door closing, I pulled my hand out of his.
He looked down at me, giving me a quizzing look.
“Yes?” He asked.
“What?” I responded, keeping my tone innocent.
“Am I not allowed to hold your hand?” he questioned.
“I am going to go brush my teeth and fix up my hair,” I informed, “where would you like for me to meet you?”
He bit his lip as we continued to walk.
“My office,” he kept short.
“Okay,” I nodded.
Abruptly, he turned around, leaving me to continue my walk by myself.
It felt like my soul got crushed.
I still did as I said I would except when I finished, I sat on the bed for a moment.
My thoughts were amuck, my hands messing with my nails. My eyes mindlessly scanned the room.
Nothing was unusual about it. Just like the washroom.
I felt flustered.
I swore to every God that existed- I saw something. I just hated how I was unable to prove it.
Just as I thought about getting up, there was this breeze that passed over my neck, making every small little hair on my body stand, a low, warning growl leaving my lips.
I turned my body around.
I grew frustrated. So utterly frustrated.
I got off the bed, finally arriving at Marcus’s office.
Politely, I knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I heard his attractive voice from the other side.
“Hello,” I greeted, closing the door behind me.
“Afternoon,” he nodded, “you can sit wherever you like,” he offered.
I noticed a chair by him.
Gladly, I made my way over.
“I’m sorry for how I treated you this morning,” he softly said, putting down the paper that was in his hand.
“You get angry very easily,” I responded, trying not to push his triggers.
Yeah, it didn’t help.
His eye twitched and my brow furrowed.
“I just,” he sighed, “I know, I’m sorry, I never intended to have it come on you,” he tried to explain.
“You do have anger issues?” I clarified.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “I don’t mean to get angry at you, my mind just manipulates words and it gets me mad,” he continued.
“Oh,” I nodded, “for me, anger is easy to control, I can help you,” I offered.
A small smile stretched over his pretty face.
“Thank you, Ines,” he said, “did I tell you how gorgeous you look today?” he turned his body completely to mine.
“Along those lines,” I batted my eyelashes, subconsciously leaning in closer to him, “you always look good,” I whispered, my lips hovering over his.
“You’re such a flirt,” he grinned before his hand grabbed the back of my neck, crushing my lips with his.
My mood skyrocketed to bliss. My eyes immediately fluttered closed.
Before he could, I ran my tongue over his warm lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, claiming my mouth before I could. I couldn’t help as my hand went to his knee, only now realizing just how far we were. I wanted to close that distance.
He got the hint, wrapping his arm around my back, pulling me into his lap.
He was hard. Right under me.
It made me so hot and needy, my hand going to grasp the sides of his attractive face, feeling the light stubble on his manly face. His scent reached my senses and it provoked every instinct in me, making me press my chest against his defined one.
He even tasted good. Like the best wine that existed. It was so exquisite.
His hands went under my shirt, running up my back and his other one going to my front, slithering in between our chests.
Without any warning from his side, he grabbed onto my boob. A sharp moan left my lips, right against his. A turned-on growl left him.
I pulled back just enough, my forehead resting on his, my breathing heavy.
He continued to knead my chest, his other hand dragging across my back, sparks following him.
“Déesse,” I sighed.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he chuckled, slowly removing his hand from my shirt.
I laughed lightly.
I went to go remove myself from his lap so he could continue on whatever he was doing before I came in but he grabbed my hips to settle me.
“No, stay,” he demanded, gently, “I’ll tell you about what I do in here,” he explained, allowing me to lay my head in the crook of his shoulder as he ran his hand down my back in a soothing manner.