Freeing Starr

"You're marked by another," he stated cooly, his eyes drilling into the puncture wound that decorated my neck.

Despite the calm his voice carried, my body shuddered at the pressure behind his words and the hidden dangers that laid beneath his gaze.

I trembled and averted my eyes with pursed lips, trying my best to be brave. "So what? I'm a mated wolf now, which means I was never meant to be yours."

His eyes narrowed in on my face as they swirled with reckless abandon. I needed him to shout at me, to curse me for not waiting for him. To call me dirty. Anything to get my attention off of the weight that's shackled to my chest. Yet his voice remained eerily calm. "What was made for me will forever be mine. That pup that you went and played with can't stop me from tearing that mark off your shoulder."

My eyes snapped up to his in surprise as I gawked in disbelief... and a little ounce of foreboding at the man before me, "y-you can't do that!"

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you gonna stop me?"

I couldn't help but retort, "My mate would kill you!"

His voice heightened as he finally lost his cool and snarled, "I'M YOUR MATE! There isn't a person on this earth that could kill me, let alone your bastard. You should be worried about what I'll do to HIM for forcing himself on MY WOMAN!"

I flinched and took a few cautious steps backwards. Then I whispered, "who are you?"

The man's lips tilted up into a ridiculing smile as he replied, "I'm the part of your soul that you chose to forsake."