Chapter 9

(Lena's POV)

I didn't think he would actually mark me this so soon. Now there were no chances of being with my mate; I was his; body and soul. If the marriage wasn't enough, this was. Just a few days ago, I was a girl with hopes, despite the hatred my parents showed me, someday I could shove it away because I would finally find my mate.

Isis was right. The Blood Moon Pack was not a place for a person like me.

I remembered blacking out after he had marked me; the scar on my neck still hurt. Staring at it in the mirror, I knew this was more than just marking me; it was a lesson: disrespect me and be punished. This was my punishment.

I should lay low; I should be sorry, but I wasn't, and there was something in me—something that wanted to disrespect him more and see the worst he could do. I didn't have many options now; sooner or later, he would get rid of me.

Damien wasn't here. I had a few ideas of the place he would be now, maybe with Isis. I didn't