Chapter Thirty-One

Sullen Sullen hadn’t thought about being marked since she was a little girl. It’d been every shewolf’s fantasy to be marked by their mate, preferably an alpha, but when the witch doctor said she didn’t have one, she gave up the dream. She remembered vividly crying her eyes out in her room, knowing she’d never have that special bond, or be cared for like the other shewolves. Sullen spent her life preparing to be strong, and take care of herself. To move outside of the pack life and find her reason for living within herself. Now everything had been tossed on its head. She had this alpha wanting to mark her, and she wanted it so bad she could taste it. There was nothing wrong with him. It was all her. What was that song? I’m the problem, it’s me? Yup, Sullen was the problem because she’d spent so many years dreaming up a life that she thought she wanted, and now it’d changed. She wanted Roan to mark her. She would wear his mark proudly, and become something she never thought