[Tyson]
Holy s**t! Holy f*****g s**t! I paced around my living room as my eyes kept gazing over at the closed bedroom door.
“f**k!” I growled out as I roughly ran my fingers through my hair. This could not be happening. I did not just mark Bianca. Right? Right?! I suddenly heard a soft knock at the door and I nearly fell over my own feet in my haste to answer the door. On the other side stood Eric and my father and I quickly ushered them inside.
“Where is she?” my father immediately questioned and I pointed over to my bedroom.
“I locked the door,” I told them. “I marked her!” I then exclaimed and Eric grinned while my father frowned.
“Why on earth would you mark her?” my father demanded.
“It was in the moment!” I explained pathetically. “She is not my mate, I know that, but…it jus
