“I will not designate any female in this lifetime.” All of those factors induce nausea, but the circumstances have now altered.
The elders will exert every effort to get me to designate you, and I will go to any lengths for an heir. “I must mark you,” Jason asserted, but Talia scowled. What was his intention?
“However, you stated that you would not…” Her voice faltered in her throat. Did he deceive her? Did he deceive her?
“Indeed, I mentioned it, but I wished to convey something regarding this marking matter,” Jason distanced himself from her somewhat, permitting her to breathe adequately.
“What?” Talia maintained her gaze on his, awaiting his response with impatience. What did he wish to convey to her? The term “marking” was already intimidating, as she had approached his pack with the impression that she would serve as his surrogate. Upon witnessing her fear, Jason tightened his fist and subsequently rested his palm on her cheek. She may regain a lack of control.
“Even if we bear marks of each other, we shall not be constrained unless we are destined mates.” We would be friends only in title after the marking, devoid of any genuine connection or attraction. I have a friend who selected a female as his partner, although they never experienced any mutual affection. We are capable of replicating the identical action. We can designate one another for visibility to the group and thereafter dismiss each other at our discretion.
Neither our agreement nor my thoughts have altered. You will bear my child and thereafter depart from the group at your discretion.
“The absence of fated mates signifies a lack of feelings, emotions, and pain,” Jason elucidated, wiping Talia’s tear-streaked face that had distracted him throughout his discourse. Her eyes and nose exhibited erythema.
Disregard the elders! He had not altered his intentions. He had never acknowledged or trusted a woman. Although marking was an unforeseen development, he intended to mark this girl solely to demonstrate to the world, if he could have a child. He was already required to spend the forthcoming months with her as a feigned chosen mate, thus marking would not adversely affect either party.
Following her attentiveness to him, Talia fixated her gaze on his chest. Is she justified in placing her trust in this male? She perused Lena’s texts and uncovered that Jason had coerced Carter into signing a paper permitting him to assault the Sardinia Moon Pack at his discretion should they violate their agreement.
The covenant stipulated that no member of the Sardinia Moon Pack could ever encounter Talia, under penalty of death. It suggested that she would be unable to visit her mother or Lena until after she delivered.
He asserted that they were not destined mates, so marking would be inconsequential, yet his touch caused her heart to accelerate. She feared the consequences of them marking one another.
What if he declined to dismiss her to fulfil his concealed retribution after she had delivered? If he misled her, she would forfeit any opportunity to reunite with her mother and sister.
“Speak, Talia,” she raised her gaze to meet Jason’s as he gently caressed her lips. This was the second occasion he had uttered her name, and it resonated like melody to her ears.
“Do you concur?” He enquired. Talia’s garment was secured firmly against her sides. She could not afford the risk of declining. Upon contemplating marking, an abundance of repercussions emerged in her thoughts.
“Would you harm my family if I refused you?” As she interrogated him, she fidgeted with her clothing increasingly. His eyes altered hues so rapidly that it terrified her. He was affronted by her inquiry. His eyes exhibited a predatory gleam.
“No, I will not kill them.” His expressionless visage accompanied a deep, resonant tone as he addressed her. Talia finally exhaled the breath she had been holding. Her family would stay unscathed. He would not harm them.
“What actions will you take if I decline?” She enquired, aware that every coin possesses two facets. If he did not wish to kill them, he needed an alternative plan should she refuse his requirements. She possessed an option, nevertheless she must endure the repercussions.
Talia was taken aback by his declaration, “I would allow you to escape from me.” What did he articulate? Had she misheard him? Would he genuinely permit her to depart? Could she extricate herself from the surrogacy, this group, and him? Why had his words, touch, and gaze not aligned?
“However,” Jason paused, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her nearer to his chest. Talia was astonished as she anxiously pressed her palm across his chest. Her b****t was in direct contact with his chest. Given their proximity, she was confident that he could perceive her rigid nipples.
“What is it?” Talia inhaled deeply as his finger glided over her skin like a vow.
You would need to distance yourself from me as much as possible. Conceal yourself in any available location. You must never allow me to apprehend you.
Upon your departure, I will embark on a quest to locate you, regardless of the potential losses I may incur.
His foreboding remarks expanded Talia’s stare. This suggested that he was permitting her escape while harbouring intentions to apprehend her.
“What is the reason?” She expressed concern, then subsequently closed her eyes as his finger whimsically traced her lovely lips before proclaiming.
