The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 1

Chapter 16 

I‘m surprised when I make it home in one piece, my mind was all over the place whilst driving home, try ing to make sense of today. I‘m upset that Nathan is asleep when I get home, but I patiently wait until he gets up at 7pm so we can talk. I pour myself a very large glass of wine and get comfortable on the sofa. 

For the next hour, whilst he wanders about getting ready, I proceed to inform him of the crazy mixture of events that have occurred today. He pauses at the best moments, gaping in shock at me whilst he does his hair or eats his ‘breakfast‘. 

Jesus fucking Christ, he mutters as I finish telling him. 

‘I know,‘ I reply, taking a big sip of wine. 

‘Are you honestly alright? I don‘t want you going on one of those missions again, it‘s too dangerous! He complains and I smile, feeling loved. 

‘Don‘t worry, I doubt Jayce will let me anyways, I tell him, my heartbeat quickens just by saying his name. 

What is this guy doing to me? 

‘Jayce... I‘m not sure I like how he‘s treated you so far, Nate grumbles and I roll my eyes. 

ize I actually don‘t know him very well, I don‘t even know what he does all day when he disappears. 

‘Sure, whatever you say.‘ Nate replies sarcastically and I ignore him, making a mental note to get to ask Jayce about his life tomorrow. 

Nathan goes to work soon after, leaving me with the house to myself. I spend the evening eating a ton of pasta and watching films. I collapse into my bed just after ten and fall asleep within minutes. 

I wake with a start, confused when nothing but pitch blackness greets me in my room. I check my phone and groan as I see it‘s midnight. I have somehow thrown my duvet off the bed and stripped myself of my clothes again. My body is covered with a thin layer of sweat and I feel like my blood is boiling as I‘m so. hot. Without thinking about it too much, I reach into my bedside drawer for Kevin my B.O.B and decide that he is the only thing that will get me back to sleep and sate my raging hormones. 

Jayce‘s POV. 

late at night and I can‘t sleep, my body is itching to be near her, to touch her. I sit down and try to convince myself that just being within a few meters of her is enough. The night is silent, and I can sense that she is home alone. No one would know if I snuck inside and saw her, I don‘t think she‘d be that mad. 

My thoughts are interrupted as a buzzing sound reaches my ears, I frown in confusion and glance around, trying to locate the source. My hands clench into fists and my body shakes as I suddenly pinpoint the cause of the noise and the image of my mate pleasuring herself loads up in my head. I fall back against the ground, completely winded by the desire that overcomes me. Knowing that she is so close to me and is doing that, makes it near impossible to stop myself from storming into her house and doing the job for her. 

I jump off the ground and throw myself into a sprint in the opposite direction of her house. I have to get away before I lose control completely. 

This woman is going to be the death of me. 

Myra‘s POV 

I manage to complete all the tasks Alpha Damien sets me before lunch, which is a miracle really as my mind was on Jayce the whole time. I haven‘t seen him yet and we don‘t even have each other‘s numbers so I can‘t text him. I get up and go over to Damien‘s office. 

‘I‘ve finished my jobs Sir; I was going to take my lunch break if that‘s okay with you?‘ 

‘That‘s great, thank you Myra, go ahead, he replies, I turn to leave but then change my mind. 

‘Do you know where Jayce is?‘ I ask and immediately Damien‘s mood shifts, he looks uneasy and rigid. 

‘He‘s busy at the moment, I‘ve given him an assignment, he should be finished shortly,‘ he says elusive 

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I step outside, still confused by Damien‘s odd behavior. Jayce is obviously doing something secret Damien doesn‘t want me to know about. He‘s not out on assignment because his car is still in the car park. I decide to dig a bit deeper and head over to the surgery, the nurses might know something. 

I go over to the reception desk and wait for one of the receptionists to be available, 

‘Hi, how can I help you?‘ 

I‘m looking for Beta Jayce, you don‘t happen to know where he is, do you?” I ask and the receptionist smiles. 

‘He‘s over at the holding cells.‘ 

I thank the receptionist and make my way over to the holding cells, a building I‘ve never been inside be fore. It certainly looks ominous with a minimal number of small windows and solid steel door. My code for the entry gate doesn‘t work on the keypad so I have to press the call button, it buzzes through to a security guard. 

‘Hi, I‘m looking for Beta Jayce?‘ 

‘One moment, the intercom buzzes and the door clicks open. I quickly step inside and pull it closed be hind me. I turn my attention to a middle aged, tough looking woman sat behind a large desk. 

“He‘s on assignment downstairs at the moment, you can wait for him here if you want, she gestures to a few chairs on the opposite side of the room. I thank her and take a seat, nervously playing with hands, a bad habit of mine. 

A tormented scream sounds from behind the door next to me and I almost leap out of the chair in sur prise. The security guard doesn‘t seem phased as she keeps typing away on her computer. I glance be tween her and the door, jumping again as another broken scream sounds out. The person isn‘t Jayce, but they sound like they‘re in excruciating pain. 

‘What‘s going on?‘ I inquire, unable to keep the horror out of my voice. 

‘Beta Jayce is interrogating a rogue we caught on our territory last week, she states calmly, completely oblivious to my repulsion. 

“He what?‘ | splutter, unable to process my thoughts as another agonizing yell resonates around the room. 

“He is our interrogator, he gets vital information out of trespassers, are you new here?” She raises her eyebrow at me, and I can only stare at her in abhorrence. 

I jump up and open the door next to me, I hear the security guard call out for me to stop, but I ignore her and hurry down the flight of stairs. A groan echoes near me and I frantically look through the mini win dow cut into the door on my right, my stomach turns at the sight that greets me, 

My mate is stood with bloody knuckles, he has blood on his top and down his arms, but the man tied to the chair in front of him is in much worse shape. Just as the security woman grabs my arm and starts to pull me upstairs, Jayce looks up at the door and his face drops as he sees me. 

| yank my arm out of the guard‘s grip and bolt up the stairs and out the door. The second the cool breeze hits me in the face I feel slightly better. I find myself panting, sounding like I‘ve run a marathon when really someone has just turned my world upside down. I close my eyes, but I can still hear the man‘s screams in my head, still see him bloodied, beaten and tied to that chair. I, unsurprisingly, don‘t feel like lunch anymore.