Vega
Undoing the collar around Marcus’ throat, I let it slip from my hands. It fell to the floor with a clattering of chains and metal. Stepping back, I watched as he rolled his shoulders, his gaze moving from me to Boston.
“Thank you.” He said, his shoulders body tense, but there was something about his manner that had changed since last night.
“You are welcome,” I said with a sigh, hating what I was about to ask. It was the way things had to be. If my mate stayed here, she would be in danger not just from Nash, but my father as well. “Return to your flock, take Boston with you-”
“No, no, you can’t claim me and then send me away.” She cried out and my chest tightened up, Marcus’ gaze met mine. His lips pressed together and I knew he understood.
“Boston-”
“No, you said I was yours. L
