Zara
"I thought someone was listening," Marcus chuckled before leaning closer. "Already playing with shadows? I hope you're a quick learner."
"I didn't bring myself there," I chuckled, shaking my head. "For some reason, you wanted me there."
Marcus's eyes were devoid of emotion.
"Alphas choose their own mates. From the moment I met you, I knew you were mine," Marcus murmured in a silky whisper. "You felt it then, too. I peered into your mind and saw your desire for me."
Marcus had successfully distracted me from thoughts of my brother, capturing my full attention. I was overcome with guilt, having forgotten about him in those brief moments.
"You were just some hot guy at the club," I muttered, my eyes filling with anger.
"Your words lie, but your thoughts don't," Marcus muttered, and I fought his gaze. "I know how you feel about me. I feel the pull, too."
Deny, deny, deny.
