Chapter Forty-Six

*Morgan's POV*

Listening to Mark open up to me about his past left me flustered. Anger, confusion, hatred flowed through my veins at the suffering he and Meg had to go through at the hands of their father. I couldn't imagine this gentle man, when he wasn't being a complete and total dick, ever having to face something so deadly and dangerous. He was scared of how I would react to him saying that he was a murderer. I couldn't fathom it, yet I also could believe it. I remember the look in his eyes, well his wolfs eyes, when they fought that thing outside the front of the house. His wolf sent chills down my spine. Every fiber of my being told me to run, but when Meg had called out his name, I was rendered speechless.

Our kiss lasted until we were out of breath, reluctantly pulling away from one another. This gorgeous man in front of me was a mystery I was slowly beginning to unsolve. Little by little, he let me in. I could sense his fear about revealing his and Meg's past to the others in the group, but it needed to be done. They needed to know their Alpha and the dark past he held. We may be at the verge of war, but leading a group who know nothing of his wolf was suicide. At least if something were to happen and his wolf took over control, there would be people aware of what was going on that could help the situation.

I was still pissed at him for what he said to me and how he treated me in front of Violet. I knew Violet for years through Mr. Irving. She was neither friend nor foe, but she was a close confidant that could be a potential asset to us. She had things to discuss with us, and the whole pack needed a briefing. The select people we came up against were always stronger than the last. Their cockiness always got the best of them, and that was their biggest downfall. The enemy was unknown except from what we have witnessed. The full extent of their power was completely amiss and only Violet held the answer.

"What are you thinking about?" Mark's gruff voice filled the silence, not realizing I was still on his lap. He leaned forward, cupping my back side and stuck his face in the crook of my neck where his mark sat.

"Everything, honestly." I answered breathlessly as he plastered featherlite kisses to my shoulder blade, sending a shiver of bliss down my spine.

"Mmm" was all he responded. The vibration and his kiss on my mark integrated and sent my world spinning.

"Mark, we need clear heads." My voice small, enjoying the attention I was getting from him. *'Maybe time away isn't what I really need. I need him more than ever.'*

"Morgan." His voice low, a growl emanating from his lips. His grip tightened on my back side. I winced, slowly coming to realize the hairs on my body standing on end. This was no longer Mark, but his wolf!

"Look at me." My voice quivering, refusing to stay strong in this moment. Mark just told me he had lost control of his wolf. Is it happening again?

Mark's eyes bore into my own, a sea of obsidian replaced those cobalt blues. His wolf was at the surface. To say I was scared would be an understatement. Even though fear coarsed through me, I still felt safe in his embrace.

"Do you fear me, my love?" His voice dark and powerful. I nodded. "There is nothing to fear. Mark has full control, I wanted to finally talk to you." He moved his hand to cup my face, sparks danced across my skin. Mark's wolf is so powerful, the need for obedience radiated off him in waves. I've always been hot headed, but my fight or flight response never kicked in.

"You're so beautiful. We are lucky to have a mate like you. I hope you know that. Mark is a bit of a hot head on his own, but I am the one who came forward earlier. I am very sorry. Our love for you knows no bounds, we are meant to protect you. We are meant to serve only you, abide by you, submit only to you. You are our other half. Losing you would kill us. We have loved you ever since we laid eyes on you." His eyes bore into mine, all the love they held for me presently shown in his gaze. My heart fluttered to abnormal heights. This wolf, stronger than any human or werewolf, was at my beck and call and he sat here with me, holding me gently. His fingers ran circles over my skin on my back, still cupping my face with the other. His powerful aura immensely took over the kitchen, and yet, I don't think I ever felt so safe in my life. My face flushed from the compliments he bestowed upon me.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" I rose my hand to his face, running my fingers over his chin and cheek.

"My little mate, we are the lucky ones. Never fear me for I will never hurt you." His lips found mine in an instant. He poured all the love into the kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss further, feeling every ounce of respect, love, joy, happiness and pure honest emotion they both held for me. The kiss held intimacy the longer it lasted. Mark and I pull apart from each other, breathing heavily. When Mark opened his eyes, those beautiful cobalt blues were staring back into my own. We both smile, leaning in for another kiss, our tongues colliding and fighting for dominance.

Relishing the moment, neither of us stopped. Our heated make out session sent us spiraling into the abyss, dragging us into lustful thoughts and movements. My hands wrapped into his hair, pulling on it, my teeth grazing his bottom lip. A growl vibrated in his chest, approving my little act. Mark quickly stood, grasping my ass, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. He led us to the island, setting me down on the cool granite top, never once breaking away from the kiss. Soft moans left my lips while purrs vibrated from his chest, initiating growls to escape his mouth. I felt his primal need to take me, but he never once made a move to push further. Everything about this moment felt surreal. Praying this would last forever, praying that I would always have Mark by my side to incite the fire within me only to douse it with the ecstacy he brings me, praying that everything would end up alright and we could live in peace.

Little did we know that someone was watching our encounter from the shadows outside the kitchen window, growling menacingly.