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~Mara

When I woke the next day, I felt terrible. All I wanted to do, was curl back up and sleep for another few hours. But I knew I shouldn't.

Instead, I force my wary eyes open, only to see someone sitting at the edge of my bed, a pleased smile upon their face.

"What are you doing out of bed?" I question, staring at my mate with a displeased expression on my face.

I shouldn't be surprised. Instead of resting in his bed, healing like he's supposed to, Kaden is here, upon my bed. The look on his face suggests he couldn't care less about being in a hospital bed right now.

"You've slept 13 hours straight...I thought I better come check on you myself," he comments. My eyes widen...13 hours?

He's dressed in a puffy blue robe, which almost makes me giggle. Never in my life would I ever have expected to see him dressed like this. He seems to notice my gaze on him.

"They are making me wear it," he grumbles, his face screwing up. He does look rather comical.

A silence settles over us, as we just watch each other. His eyes no longer seem cold and distant, but familiar. I feel him grab my hand within his, and shuffle closer across the bed.

"I just wanted to tell you that I understand why you stabbed me. I kinda deserved it," he says softly.

"Yeah, you did. Especially for keeping the fact that we are mates from me," I say truthfully. I'm not sure why I brought it up, but I suppose I deserve to know how long he's known. And why he kept the biggest part of my life from me.

He sighs deeply. "I should probably start from the beginning, shouldn't I?"

I nod slowly in response.

He crawls over the bed wordlessly, before laying beside me, his back against the headboard like mine. I turn on my side so I can watch him as he talk.

"Four years ago, I boarded a train within the Purity Pack, back when my father ruled and I loved the Purity Pack..."

I don't remember him ever loving my Pack.

"I sat next to this beautiful young girl, with the palest of hair, and the bluest of eyes. And we touched, but she was asleep, and didn't notice the sparks," he says softly.

"How could you know what my eye colour was if I was sleeping?"

"Maybe you slept with your eyes open."

"I doubt that-"

He sighed irritably. "Would you listen?"

"Sorry, continue."

He collects himself, running a hand down his blue, abominable outfit.

"Okay, so I freaked out, and ran. And for three years, I managed to expel you from my mind. Until, one day. The urge to see your grew too extensive; I had to lay eyes on you," he tells me.

The look in his eyes are warm, but I squirm uncomfortably. What if he saw me do something embarrassing? I shake the stupid thought from my mind.

"I would watch you walk to school, at least once a week," he comments. He pauses when he notices my expression, with my eyebrows creased together.

"Isn't that stalking?"

"I'm your mate-it's not stalking, it's observing," he says arrogantly. Rolling my eyes, I dismiss it.

When he pats my thigh, he doesn't take his hand away.

"It became so hard to be away from you, that I began to grow anxious. Recently, boys have started to notice you. They watch you as you walk, talking about all the wicked things they would do to you."

I shake my head vigorously. "Purity Pack members wouldn't do that."

"You truly are ignorant, my love," he says smoothly.

Despite the serious talk that has ensued, I have managed to close the gap between Kaden and I-now having my arm pressed against his.

"Admittedly, I was jealous. So I stole you in the night, and took you back to my estate to keep you away from prying eyes," he tells me.

Kaden's fingers draw soft circles on my bare thighs. I try concentrate on the swirling information trying to find a slot in my mind. Everything he said made sense.

"I would have liked to know," I whisper.

Feeling his gaze on me, I turn and fall into it.

"I know. And the worst thing is, I never planned to tell you," he murmured. I could see the defeat and fear in his eyes. Instantly, I'm tipped off on the fact that there is a reasons he kept it from me.

A darker reason than the shadows of his eyes will share.

I was seconds from asking him about it, but he surprises me by leaning forward, capturing my lips, and my unspoken words.

To feel his lips on mine, is unexplainable. To once have had his lips explore every inch of my body, but my own lips, I now am complete.

I had expected him to pull away, but instead, his lips move passionately against mine. My only hope is to respond, wishing the feeling of his soft lips would never have to abandon mine.

Kaden leans over me, his board figure covering most of my person. Helplessly blessed with his merciless kisses, I run my hands down Kaden's back. The muscles hard against my fingertips contrast against the linen that covers them.

I've never wanted to strip the clothes off a man as much as I do now.

Kaden must be feeling the same, as he retracts his lips and tongue, breathing heavily. His eyes are alight with an ardent fire that burns straight into my gaze. It seems to light a path as he takes in my entire, panting body.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold my hands back from touching every inch of your body?"

He leans down, hot lips staining my neck with feverish kisses. Without my consent, my fingers drift up, and into Kaden's hair, wrapping around the dark strands. It's softer than I thought.

"To contain my imagination, when I could be ravaging your body?" He murmurs against my neck, his hot breath like oil to a fire, against my thoroughly kissed neck.

I want to shake my head. Of course I didn't know what it felt like, yet I shared the same passion he did, in this moment.

"From now, until our death, I will not stop making up for those moments."

Reminding me of that one experience-only a few nights ago-Kaden tears my shirt in two. Instead of throwing it away, he lets if fall to the side, bearing my bra covered chest. What made me think of wearing that to bed? Idiot.

Kaden bends back down, kissing and licking my collarbone like I would vanish in his grip and any second. But I remained, as his hands slipped behind my back, to undo my clasp.

"Is Kaden...Oh God! Dammit, scarred for life."

Kaden is off me like a spring, falling back onto the bed so he can size up who spoiled the moment between us. Covering my chest with my sheets, I see a mortified Alpha Grayson at the door.

"What do you want?" Kaden snaps, mad at the fact that he was interrupted. I remain silent, as Grayson rubs his eyes. Does he seriously think that's going to erase his memory.

Poor man.

"The doctors need you back downstairs," he says gruffly. He slams the door after him.

Kaden sighs, running a hand down his face. "I would rather stay with you, than with a couple of doctors."

"They want you for a reason Kaden. Obviously you're not completely healed yet," I say gently.

He narrows his eyes at me.

"Only if you promise I can kiss you the next second we are alone."

I smile. "I promise."

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"It doesn't look as though the wound is healing," the doctor says solemnly.

I stare at the damage I managed to do to Kaden's cheat. It still seeps of blood, and seems swollen and purple almost. Even though it looks terribly painful, Kaden doesn't seem fazed at all.

"Why? I am an Alpha, I should be healing quickly," Kaden comments. The doctor sighs deeply, and pushes his thickly rimmed glasses up his nose.

"We have been considering a possibly reason why you're not healing at a sufficient rate..."

Kaden and I glance at each other apprehensively.

"We believe, that it may be because this was inflicted at the hands of your mate," the doctor said. I flinch.

"Me?"

"Indeed. Perhaps Kaden, you should consider marking your mate."

My hands run through my hair, yanking it so I could feel some sense of what is real, and what is not. Kaden has to mark me, to heal that vicious wound on his chest.

While I knew that it was no matter for discussion, Kaden goes pale before my eyes. The panic that begins to haunt his features is unmistakeable. But why?

"What's wrong?" I question, grabbing Kaden's hand within my own. He searches my face, as if he's looking for a refuge within my eyes, but his jaw clenches when he can't find it.

"I-I can't mark you," he stutters. I ignore the jab that sends straight to my heart, and the fact that it's probably karma. I need to find out why.

"Can you tell me why not?"

"He will hurt me! He will hurt me by hurting you," he says worriedly, glancing over my shoulder as if this he would be there.

"Who, Kaden?"

"My brother."

I raise an eyebrow "Kace?"

He swallows deeply, before taking in a shallow breath. The shake of his head surprises me.

"Coen."

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Someone is bound to have forgotten who Coen is...He was Althea's rejected mate and Mara's Personal Guard.

Well, bet no one saw that one coming :D

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