Celeste brushed her teeth and took a quick shower before she ended up in the kitchen, seasoning the meat Zillon had brought back with him. She felt as hopeless as she did yesterday. She felt like she was without a chance.
Her heat was gone, but the pain in her heart wasn't. What he said this morning was still playing around with her mind.
'The mark means nothing either, I was just caught up in the moment.'
He could've never just been caught up in the moment. The elders were rather detailed when they taught her about marks. A mark is like a confession, especially if it's done during s*x.
Instincts take over, the matebond rises and then the teeth bares. Without attraction, without a bond, that would never happen...
Or perhaps while making love to her last night he was thinking about Ce
