The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 1

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Jayce‘s POV 

Her voice calms me slightly as she sings along to lyrics. She straightens up and pulls the shirt back down. I can see a blush on her cheeks and I‘m glad as she covers herself more. 

Her friends appear with their food and I take it as my cue to leave. I linger for one last moment, watch ing her as she laughs with her friends before I turn and run far, far away from her. 

Myra‘s POV. 

I make dinner on Sunday evening for Nathan and me. Our parents stopped by this afternoon, making my day. I haven‘t seen them for a few weeks, it was lovely to catch up. 

The week passes quickly, I barely see Jayce. When I do, it‘s only glimpses at a distance. I start to won der if we‘ll ever talk to each other again, maybe only on assignments from Alpha Damien. I spend the week end with my brother, we go and stay at our parent‘s house and I visit my friend Alena. 

Before I know it, it‘s Monday morning again. 

My alarm goes off at 8am, waking me up abruptly. I groan as I roll over and shove my face into my pil low. As my mind wakes up, I realize how hot I am. I look down at the sheets have come off my mattress and are wrapped around me. 

What the fuck? 

I sit up and frown as I look down at my naked body, I definitely went to sleep in my t–shirt and thong last night. My eyes widen as I see those exact items strewn on the floor by the bed. 

I don‘t remember taking them off. 

| struggle to remember last night‘s events. I dreamt a lot about a guy. I am certain there was a guy in my dreams. I vaguely recall taking off my shirt, I obviously thought I was too hot, and looking down at my 

sweaty skin I understand why. 

I decide to forget about the weird situation and shower before work. I perform my ablutions, washing last night off my body. As my hands rubbed the shower gel across my skin, I had a flash of my dream last night, with a man mimicking my actions now. 

My cheeks heat up as I recall what I and my fantasy man did last night. I haven‘t had sex in over nine months, I think I need to get some. 

I leave my hair to dry naturally, blow–drying it will just make the curls even worse. I pull on a silk top and pencil skirt and finish doing my make–up. Nathan is awake when I come down, we have breakfast to gether and then I drive into work. 

After speaking to Alpha Damien, he gives me a list of jobs for today and I settle down in front of my computer. I set out working on the cash–flow spreadsheet Alpha assigned me and I immediately feel in my element as I begin entering equations and calculating sums. 

At lunchtime, I pause my work and get out a book I‘ve just started reading. Erotica is my guilty plea sure, but it is not really appropriate for work so I‘ve covered my naughty (bordering on porn) book with a very boring cover from one of my old textbooks on Statistical tests. I sit back and enjoy my chapter. 

A small smile forms on my lips as I imagine the scene I‘m reading, I can feel my cheeks flushing scarlet at the crude words. Despite my love for them, I still get embarrassed reading this, I feel like a pervert. I jump at the sound of a panty—wetting, husky voice that has my thighs clenching together. 

Jayce. 

He‘s down the corridor talking to Damien. 

I put down my book and go into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I fill the kettle and flick the switch, drumming my nails on the countertop whilst I wait for it to boil. 

Jayce‘s POV. 

I smell her the second I enter the building, I ignore her scent and head for Damien‘s office, but I catch him in the corridor. I clench my fists as I inhale her with every breath. She smells different today, more po tent, more tempting. 

“Morning, I greet Damien and manage to smile at him. He raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised as I rarely smile. 

ana 

‘Good morning, I guess you‘ve come to tell me about the rogue we captured, did he talk?‘ Damien asks and I can see the conflict in his eyes 

He doesn‘t agree with what I do, but he knows someone has to. 

“Eventually. He was sent to scout our borders, there is the possibility of an uprising, rogues are seeing your father‘s passing as an opportunity, I fill him in and his face turns grim. 

‘I was worried that might happen.‘ 

He leans back and runs his hands through his hair. 

‘I need you to run data collection missions out to all of our non–residential buildings. Dad left a big. mess to clean up, and we can‘t have rogues finding out anything about us that they might use against us, he informs me and I nod solemnly. 

‘Of course, I‘ll start planning now,‘ I reply. 

After confirming a few more points, I follow her scent around the corner and down the corridor. 

Her singing hits me first, and I recognize the song from hearing it on the radio. I breathe in her sweet scent, it‘s definitely getting stronger, the pull. 

I glance around the doorway to see her waiting for the kettle in the kitchen, I turn back to her desk and look at the spreadsheet she‘s working on. I understand some of the equations she‘s using, but not every thing, her intelligence is just another attractive trait of hers. 

My eyes land on a book she has lying on the desk ‘Statistical tests‘ sounds boring...if that‘s what it is, but I can see that the cover is far too big for the book inside. 

I pick up the book and scan over the pages. My eyes widen in shock as I read the BDSM scene unfold ing along the pages. 

Thear the kettle click and I realize she‘ll come back in here soon, so I place the book where I found it and rush out down the corridor. 

I try to calm myself down at the thought of my mate reading that kind of book, she‘s not as innocent as she looks. 

Maybe she‘s not so unsuitable for me after all.