He Called My Mark a Sticker
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Two years ago, my intended mate walked out of our Moon Rite, the night he was supposed to mark me, with his adopted sister in his arms. He didn't look back once.
That same night, his uncle, the Alpha King, held out his hand and asked if I'd consider a different mate.
I said yes.
Now Marcus is back, sure I've spent two years waiting for him. He laughs at the bite on my neck and calls it a sticker. He blocks my way at my own gates and orders me to apologize to his sister.
He has no idea whose house he's standing outside.
And his fragile little sister has a silver blade tucked up her sleeve.
That same night, his uncle, the Alpha King, held out his hand and asked if I'd consider a different mate.
I said yes.
Now Marcus is back, sure I've spent two years waiting for him. He laughs at the bite on my neck and calls it a sticker. He blocks my way at my own gates and orders me to apologize to his sister.
He has no idea whose house he's standing outside.
And his fragile little sister has a silver blade tucked up her sleeve.
















































