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“With Eli and Michelle in the studio out back,” he says cautiously.

“My pack?”

“My men are watching them, and Marco is with them.” I nod my head, already knowing the answers I am asking. Axton and I, despite fighting, he has always come to my pack's aid when needed, so I knew even with me out of the picture, he wouldn’t abandon them.

His lips part, and I can feel him tugging on the bond, feeling for my reactions, the heat that no longer exists. He goes to say something, but I cut him off.

“I’m not mad.” I tell him.

“You’re not mad?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Maybe a little,” I tell him. But I am completely the opposite of mad. I see the question in his eyes and feel him trying to lure the answer from the bond, but I block him out, and he sighs.

“Then why this,…” he glances at his wrist. “Just get it over with then; I am not accepting you rejecting me again, though—” I shake my head, my wrist is cuffed to him.

“This is so that you can’t escape me. You forgot something,” I tell him, lacing my fingers through his.

“I did?” he seems far too confused of a morning, much like me without my morning coffee, yet I never felt more clear-headed as I stared down at this gorgeous man, my mate. Mine.

“Yes,” I smile down at him, feeling my canines lengthen slowly. “You forgot to let me mark you.” I purr before ripping his head to the side and sinking my teeth into his neck. He grunts, his hand going to my hair, his finger tangling in it.

His blood floods my mouth, coating my tongue when I feel the bond explode, blasting right open as his emotions rush into me. I choke on the feelings rushing through me. Pulling my teeth from his neck, I run my tongue over his neck, sealing it before pressing my lips to his neck. He shudders, his hand fisting my hair.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I know….I love you too,” I whisper, pulling back, and he lets me go. His hand moves to my face, and he cups my cheek.

“You know what you’ve done, don’t you?” he worries.

“Yes, I made you mine as I am yours,” I whisper, leaning down and kissing him. He lets out a shaky breath, kissing me back.

Chapter Fifty-Six

Axton groans against my lips and tugs me closer so my body is flush against his. He rolls, shoving me on my back, and I wrap my legs around his waist when he pulls away. He looks down at me, and I move my hips against him, smiling deviously.

"Please, I think you rubbed the skin off it. It's basically raw meat at the moment," he whines, and I wiggle my hips beneath him again. He grunts, dropping his head on my shoulder.

"Fine. I'm starting to wonder if you only marked me so you can take advantage of me," Axton breathes out before chuckling.

I laugh. "That is only half the reason," I tell him.

"Hmm, what's the other half?" he asks.

"You are nice to look at too, and we make cute babies together," I shrug.

"Is that right?" he huffs, and I laugh. His breath fans against my neck, making me shiver when he collapses on top of me. The air in my lungs rushes out in a wheeze.

"Axton!" I rasp under his weight as I'm crushed into the bed; I try to shove him off.

"I am not just some fucktoy, Luna. I will not tolerate being spoken about in such a derogatory way," he snickers. I jam my fingers in his ribs, only to learn the man is not ticklish.

"Axton! Off!" I growl, and he laughs.

"Nope, pretty fucktoy is broken; I need new batteries. How about an IOU, though I'm pretty sure you do owe me a new cock since you broke mine." he chuckles, but he lifts his weight slightly off me. He peers down at me with a coy smile on his lips.

"Quite the predicament you have found yourself in, Luna," he purrs, nipping at my jaw.

"Yes, it appears I am being crushed by an alpha-hole, now off!" I taunt, and he purrs, running his nose across my cheek to my ear. He inhales my scent. Our scents are now mingled from me marking him, and the bond is complete. His lips travel down my neck when Lexa comes forward sluggishly.

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