Chapter 15
I touched the mark that Emanuel so insensitively put on my body. A forever type of mark, tying me to him for all eternity.
1 was his now.
An Alpha could, and often chose, to have multiple chosen mates- some even took mistresses on the side but they weren’t marked and would never step out from the shadows with the Alpha. It was something they agreed upon before the affair ever began. A girl, however, could have only one mark on her body and therefor only one mate. Til this day I have yet to hear of an Alpha that has only one mate- wether chosen or destined. To find your destined mate was rare, many believed it was just a myth, but I’ve heard of instances where they really have found their destined mates and forsaken all other desires for that one person. Never had I heard it happen to an Alpha though. They much preferred the rows of women at their disposal and it was normal for us, it was nothing you frowned upon or batted your eyes at.
My Alpha back home, Cristian, took his fourth last year during the Hunt. She bore him a child, the first son of the Alpha was born this year which was why he chose to stay back and live the family life for at least a year. We would see what happened next year, or the year after that when he got bored of the mundane day-to-day. I could bet my wolf that he would be back here again to Hunt another girl and bring her home.
As i drifted away in thought I accidentally dragged my nail into the fresh wound and winced when I scraped of the healed skin.
“How does it feel?” He asked.
Emanuel grabbed my hand and graced my fingers softly as he touched his masterpiece.
“Healed,” I answered.
His face hovered by my neck and I felt the warmth of his lips as he pressed them just below the mark.
He slid his tongue over my skin and licked the wound shut, sealing the mark and aiding the healing process.
“I like it one you.” His golden-brown eyes glimmered subtly as they gazed with a softness at my tired face.
“Do you like it as much on me as you do on the others?”
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Emanuel had eight girls; I was now the ninth.
He grinned and pulled my chin up.
“It just gets better and better.” He said huskily.
“Maybe the tenth time’s the charm.”
“Are you planning to make an honest man out of me, Hazel?”
I laughed at the amusement I saw in his eyes and his lips that he pulled back in a bright smile.
It took a toll on the body to be marked and also the fact that I hadn’t eaten and that my feet were open wounds made it even harder to walk. As thought he saw my pain, Emanuel lifted me up and cradled me to his chest as he began walking through the woods.
I rested my head against him and from time to time I looked up and caught the proud expression cast on half his face while his eyes sparkled under the streams of light that started shining down.
His heart was beating in a normal pace and I knew that this was nothing more than a game for them… for him. It was a show of power and agility, stamina and dominance. He’s proud to walk home with yet another girl to add to his collection and a successful hunt where he won over another respected Alpha. Many girls fooled themselves into thinking it was love and devotion that they were receiving with the mark but the truth was that the mark was like a branding- a proof of ownership that you belonged to him.
I looked up at Emanuel’s face, gazed at his thin lips that curled in a grin when he saw something further ahead. His broad shoulders and big arms shielded me from the winds that were coming in from behind us and I knew that whatever happened now, at least I would be with a good man. I just had to share
him.
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The Alpha’s Hunt
