Marcus POV
Marcus pulled his shirt up and over his head, before he strode onto the field, taking a fighting stance in the middle of the Arena. His eyes landed on Sarah, who was watching from high up the stands, before connecting with Alexander, his best friend since he was five years old.
What was he doing? Was he really going to throw away his friendship for a woman who wasn’t even his mate? The longer he stayed away from her, the more clearly he could think.
Alexander stood in front of him, a look of determination on his face, and what Marcus could only decipher as pain in his eyes. Pain he had caused. He knew Alexander hadn’t had an easy life and now he was making it even more difficult. This wasn’t fair to either Alex nor Sarah.
He knew what he had to do. He had to give up Sarah.
