He had been slightly leaned towards me, his brows furrowed with concentration as he listened to me. Once the words left my mouth, he straightened, blinking in surprise.
"What?" He said, then turned around as if to check if anyone was there.
"I said...Mark me, Kyran. Make me win."
He swallowed, then tucked his hands in his pocket. "Win? Against who?"
I looked at Naomi who was just a few inches away from us, her eyes fixed on us and our every move. I turned back to him, then folded my hands in front of me.
"Do you not want to?"
"What do you think marking means? For werewolves? Don't get yourself into things you don't know anything about."
"Do you think I am worthy? To be your mate? I may not know what marking means, but I know this is what it all boils down to. Whether you want me...or not."
We stared at each other for a while. I tried to keep my face calm, unreflective of the turbulence I felt inside.
