It wasn’t fair.
She was just a dirtball slave; she was bottom of the barrel gutter trash and nothing more. Yet there was something about her that Marlon couldn’t resist. She knew it from the moment Marlon and Deonna were in the same room with one another the night she laced his food with that drug.
There was no mistaking the illuminating glow their wolves had during their embrace. That food wasn’t meant for Deonna to eat; it was meant for Marlon and Marlon alone. It was supposed to be Petra and Marlon that night. It was supposed to be Petra that made love to Marlon.
Since she arrived at the manor a few months before Deonna, she had an attraction toward Marlon. However, it seemed as though regardless of the advances she made toward him, he was never going to want her in the same way.
