ZIVA
That should be what he meant. I and Alpha Xander’s wedding night should have been our consummation night, and as his woman, I should have his scent or aura on my body. However, we were not involved, so there is no sign of his claim on me.
The same man stretched his neck, gazing down at my neck. “You are not even marked,” he spoke, “Your lies are pathetic, little girl...”
“No, no. I'm telling the truth,” I protested, though I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably.
“Little girl, don't cry,” he spoke gently, reaching out to touch my face. I jerked away from his hand, not wanting him to touch me, but he pulled me close.
With his hand caressing my wet cheeks, he uttered softly, “I am their leader, so you can stay with me tonight.”
The other men giggled at his stateme
