Chapter 33

Mason’s POV

I sit on my bed in the hotel with my back resting against the headboard as I stare at my laptop on my lap. My eyes linger on the CCTV picture and the mark on my mate’s beautiful neck. That jerk has marked my mate.

It’s been a couple of days since I found my mate, but instead of joy, my blood boils and anger pulses through my veins. My mate has been taken from me, and I didn’t have a chance to fight for her.

My mind can’t stop asking how this could have happened and why she would do that, but deep down, I’m not sure I really want to know. However, this explains why my wolf is drawn to my mate’s scent, but at the same time, the pull isn’t really there.

My mate is already marked by someone else.

A lone tear falls down my cheek as my wolf whimpers. This is not how I wanted this to end. Wasn’t I supposed to find my mate and claim her? Maybe what the Supreme El