I Hit His Balls By Accident—Now This Taken Alpha's Obsessed With Marking Me?!

My brain doesn't have time to process it because Tristan turns to me . He is standing so close I can feel the heat coming off him . His dark eyes lock onto mine - intense , magnetic . Only a foot between us . Our breath - fog almost touching in the frozen air . [ open my mouth to speak , but a hand suddenly lands on his shoulder . The redhead from earlier . ' Hi , " she purrs , pressing herself against his chest.She doesn't even look at me.Like I don't exist . Every cell in my body screams : Get off him .

My hands twitch at my sides , fighting a sudden , violent urge to shove her into the snow . Whoa . I've never felt anything like that before . Not even when Ashley Brennan stole my lab partner n tenth grade.And that girl made me want to key her car . This is ... worse . Way worse . Tristan's gaze finally breaks from mine . He looks down at her , and his eyes - those intense , burning eyes - soften . That game got me all riled up , " he murmurs , brushing his lips against hers like he's starving for her . " Want to go inside ? " Always .

" She shoots me a victorious smile over her shoulder as she leads him toward the house . He doesn't look back , and my heart sinks with disappointment . He has a girlfriend . Of course he has a girlfriend . What was I expecting ? Whatever . In a few days Cleo and I will be back at UF and this'll all be forgotten . in Malian Anha's Obsessed With Marking Me ?! に Chapter 3 Speaking of Cleo - where is she ? I scan the crowd . No sign of her . I dig my phone out of my jacket pocket , grateful for the gloves she loaned me that work with touchscreens . It rings . And rings . Voicemail .

I try to text her instead . Where r u ? But before I can hit send , my vision blurs . The letters swim across the screen like they're underwater . My head throbs . It's not the beer . It can't be . We only had a few cups- The pounding gets worse . My stomach churns . Everyone's voices blend into white noise that stabs at my brain . Did Tristan and Brandon drug us ? Nausea hits hard . I stumble toward the woods because I am NOT throwing up in front of these people . I've embarrassed myself enough tonight.Along the way , my phone slips from my hand , Falling into the snow .

Desperate for something to ground me , I look to the moon . It's full again - shadow gone . But it's red . Blood red .How is that possible ? Then , the pain hits . It's not a cramp . It's an explosion . en er !, nulla . Du Accident - Now This Taken Alpha's Obsessed With Marking Me ?! hapter 3 ight sears through my brain , and I keel over into the snow , screaming silently as my bones snap . hear them breaking - crack , pop , crunch - rearranging themselves as my skin feels like it's being hredded from the inside out .

try to scream for help , but only a choked , guttural sound tears from my throat . Then , just as suddenly as it started , the pain vanishes . My body moves without my permission . I'm running . But I'm not running on two legs . I'm low to the ground , moving with impossible speed . The bare trees blur into grey streaks , and the wind roars in ears that can hear everything - a heartbeat a mile away , the scurry of a mouse under the snow . I don't know where I'm going , only that I need to run . Deeper . Darker . Let go , a voice whispers inside my head . It's not my voice .

It's older , wilder . Hand it over to me . No , I panic , fighting the pull . I'm losing my mind . Relax , she coaxes . Not asking , but commanding . I can help you . But you have to let me in . I can't explain why , but a sudden calm washes over me . I trust her . I stop fighting and let the darkness take me . I wake up on the frozen ground , my body feeling heavy and wrecked . I stare up at the sky . The moon is back to normal - white , cold , distant . Except ... I swear I see the outline of a wolf carved into its surface . Chapter 3 I blink , trying to clear my vision .

A face shimmers into view above me . " Cleo ? " I croak , my throat raw . No. The hair is wrong . Too blonde - almost silver . And her eyes aren't warm brown . They're violet , glowing faintly in the moonlight . She looks translucent , shimmering like a ghost or an angel.Her hair flows like liquid silver in the wind . She kneels beside me and presses her thumbs against my temples . " Everything's going to be okay , " she whispers , her voice impossibly soothing . " But listen to me , Aria . This is important . " She leans closer . ' No matter what happens ...

never tell them your eyes aren't brown . " ' What are you- " " They're coming . Remember what I said . " admin