~Brooke’s POV~
My eyes widened. I had no idea he’d mark me. I stared at him, puzzled and perplexed. I remained silent. I sat there staring at him. He was brushing his brow and looking at me when he flung his shirt at me.
“Put this on,” he murmured.
He was switching back and forth. I was ashamed of myself.
What had I gotten myself into?
He’s my mate, but we didn’t even get to know each other, and now I’m marked, he fucken claimed me. I didn’t want to hear him say he regretted it. I got up, put on the shirt, gathered my now-torn garments, and began walking away.
He roared. “Brooke,” I came to a full halt.
“Where are you heading, exactly?”
“It’s getting late. I need to find a hotel or a guesthouse.”
I didn’t want to see his dissatisfied expression. I avoided making eye contact beca
