Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: 252-The Mark Hurts

Clementine:

My neck started to tingle, and my senses went numb. My wolf couldn’t transition during the marking. I grimaced in pain; I never thought a mark could hurt so much.

I’d heard stories, everyone said a mate’s mark felt like heaven. But I guess because I was reluctant, it didn’t feel pleasant at all.

In fact, I wanted to throw him off, rip him away, and beat the hell out of him. But he clung to me, making sure I couldn’t move until he’d finished marking me. Then he pulled back, snapped his head up, and started laughing, his canines still showing.

That’s when I shoved him away. But the damage was already done. I slid back, touching my neck and feeling the blood. The realization hit hard.

"What the fuck?" I screamed at him as loud as I could. "What the fuck have you done?"

I screamed again, and only then did he realize it wasn’t a joke. He stopped acting strange and dropped to his knees, staring at me.

"You fucking marked me against my will!" I yelled, getting up and lunging at him.

This time, he didn’t fight back. He fell onto his back, his arms wrapping around me as I sat on top of him. My legs straddled his waist. I hit him once, twice, three times, but every time he lifted his upper body, still clutching my back.

I hated his touch. I slapped his hands away, but he kept grabbing me, refusing to let go. I cried, hitting him over and over until my knuckles were bruised and smeared with his blood.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

A voice snapped me back to reality, but it didn’t stop me. I kept going at Ian until two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me off him.

"What’s going on?"

Troy stepped into view, glancing at Ian, who now lay on the ground, one knee bent, the other leg stretched out casually. His body was propped up on his elbows, and he stared at me with a bloody face.

"What the fuck did you do?"

Yorick rushed in, grabbing Ian by the collar. But Ian slapped his hand away, warning him with his eyes not to try anything.

"But what happened? Weren’t you two supposed to clean the passage? How did you end up here? And what’s going on?" Troy questioned Ian, who now sat up and wiped his finger under his lip, checking the blood before shaking his head.

Haiden stood behind me, while I was still struggling in his grip, trying to break free.

"I will fucking murder you, you asshole!" I screamed, still fighting to reach Ian. But Haiden held me tight.

"What the fuck is going on? Would you say something?" Yorick hissed at Ian, stepping forward and shoving him to get his attention.

"Let me tell you what this fucker did," I snapped.

That’s when Haiden finally let me go. Maybe he realized holding me back was only making me angrier. As soon as he released me, I turned to him and motioned with my hand that it was fine, he didn’t have to stop me, that I wouldn’t attack again.

"He marked me."

The moment I said it, I wasn’t the one Ian needed to worry about anymore. My three mates unleashed on him.

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