[TW: Dubcon]
"Here?" I echoed. My cheeks flushed red and my body grew hot with embarrassment. "In front of everyone?!"
What insanity was he spewing? How could this be a pack's tradition?
Werewolves had always been possessive when it came to their mates― alphas even more so than other wolves of lower rank. How could Damon Valentine be alright with the members of his pack seeing me naked?
He grinned, seemingly having read my mind easily. With the mark on my neck and the buzz thrilling through my veins, I wouldn't be surprised if he indeed could read it through the pack link. I couldn't hear anything of the like, however. Whatever it was — if it even existed — it was purely one-sided.
Maybe it was because I hadn't marked him as my mate, despite his mark now forever imprinted on my skin.
"I don't mind sharing," he casually said.
