#Chapter 60 Marked

Xaden’s POV “Mine,” my wolf growled in my head as he fought for control. I struggled against him; he’d never been this feral before. I’ve made love to Anila plenty of times, but this was the first that my wolf fought for dominance. He was done waiting for our mate; he wanted to mark her as his, especially now that she was 19 and close to her first shift. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Seeing the struggle within my eyes, Anila knew just what to say to calm me. But my wolf was still feral and demanding that we mark her as ours. I didn’t want to take that step with her just yet; especially because I promised her, we would wait a while. She ran her fingers down my cheek, making warmth attack my flesh like I was in some kind of heater. Seeing her in that blue dress at the party was torture; especially when I could smell her desires for me. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her for most of the night and I wanted to bury myself in her and I didn’t care who watched us. But