Lily’s point of view
"Alright, fine. Let's get this over with. I'll perform the enchantment, and you'll accept it, marking me here," Armaros said coldly, pointing at his neck.
Nervously, I asked, "How will you mark me?" I knew I would never follow through with it. I just needed him to believe that I saw him as a mate, not a captor.
"You won't receive a mark, silly. Only mutts give marks. I'm a warlock," Armaros stated arrogantly.
"Do you think I'm a mutt?" I asked, feigning hurt. It was all an act.
"No, I was referring to other wolves, not you, my queen Lilly," Armaros stuttered.
"Oh, I see. Will you be alright after I mark you?" I asked, trying to sound concerned.
"Yes, I'll be fine," Armaros replied impatiently.
"Okay, then proceed," I said nervously. I didn't want to inquire abo
