who’d calm the beast inside him.
“No. I’ve got to find her.”
“Shit, I hope it’s not a teacher. That would be
totally messed up.”
Laughing, Marshall slammed his locker closed. He’d
find his mate and everything would be okay.
“Let’s go and find her.”
“You’re going to sniff her out like a dog?”
“I’ve got to do this on my own. Get us some food.”
“Are you sure?”
Marshall didn’t want to share this moment with anyone
else. This was all him, and the thought of having Jack there didn’t ease him at
all.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t wait to see who it is.”
He waited for his friend to leave before he picked up
the floral scent once again.
Go. Find her. Claim her.
Marshall came to a stop at the doors leading outside.
The moment he went outside he was at risk of losing her.
She’s out there. Go now!
His wolf pounced, and Marshall walked outside.
The scent increased as he made his way around the
building. When he saw a blond guy around his age sitting in front of the tree,
Marshall froze. There was no fucking way his mate was male.
Marshall would rather die than fuck another man.
Then he heard her voice. It was soft, delicate, and
belonged to his true mate. He closed his eyes as he basked in the sound and
scent of his mate. She was leaning against the tree. His cock thickened, ready
to mate. Stepping closer, Marshall felt his whole
world collide, explode, implode, shatter, and fall around him.
Underneath the tree sat his mate, Scarlett Fields. The
one girl he’d spent a great deal of time bullying. Was this the reason he was
obsessed with her? His body had known before him that she was destined to be
his mate? She was oblivious to his presence, smiling at the mystery guy. He
didn’t like it. His wolf growled, clawed, and spat wanting to kill the man who
was making their mate smile.
Scarlett is my mate.
He stood reeling from the knowledge. There had always
been something about her over the years, but he’d never understood what it was.
The scent that had clung to her had always been nice. This time, his wolf
senses were addicted. Her overweight figure no longer seemed wrong to him. She
would be able to handle him, take his cock inside her warm body. Scarlett was
built to be his mate, to handle his wolf.
Without thinking, he stepped closer. He snapped a twig
on his way over to her.
Scarlett looked up, and he was drowning in her brown
gaze. Marshall stopped as mixed with her addictive scent was the undeniable
smell of fear. She was afraid of him. Her eyes went wide as she stared back at
him. Did she know what he was? Who he was?
Then the other dawning horror struck him. His mate was
human.
“Scarlett? Are you okay?”
Her gaze flickered away from him. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”
Do something.
He was making a total ass of himself. Walking up to
Scarlett, he leaned against the tree.
“Hello, Scarlett, I was wondering when I was going to
see you.”
She tucked some hair behind her ear. The glossy brown
length made him want to run his fingers through the locks. Her hair looked so
damned soft to the touch.
“Hello.”
Wow, fucking hell. The one word from her lips
had the beast inside him calming.
“Who are you?” The male’s voice interrupted that calm,
invading his thoughts.
Glaring down at the blond, Marshall smelled the human
didn’t like him. What fucking ever.
“Trey, this is Marshall.” Scarlett made the introductions.
“You’re new here?”
“Certainly am. Scarlett here is making me feel right
at home.” Trey’s smile was filled with so much promise.
“Scarlett, can I talk to you?” Marshall asked, glaring
at Trey.
“What? Why?”
“I really need to talk to you.”
The fear increased, and she looked down at her bag as
if looking for an excuse not to. “Erm, okay.”
She got to her feet, leaving her bag on the ground.
Reaching out, he went to grab her arm but stopped when
she flinched away. She was totally afraid of him. All of his father’s