#Chapter 7 (Marlon) – The Morning After

“Fuck…” Marlon snarled as he leaned over his bed and saw a sleeping Deonna on the ground beside him. The memories of last night were fuzzy in his mind and the only thing he could think of was that he was drugged. But if he was drugged, how the hell did this dirtball get drugged too? Her black hair fell messily around her tanned features; she had slight drool on the side of her chin. He found himself smiling at her sleeping body, mesmerized at the sight of the purple haze outlining her features. The rags she wore were practically torn off her thin malnourished body. He felt his wolf self reaching out to her and wanting to keep her safe; wanting to wrap her up in his arms and keep her safe. He had to shake that feeling away quickly. There was no way this little slave was his mate. She wasn’t even a full adult yet, not to mention she was a black-furred wolf. His inner wolf had to be making a mistake and the very thought of it was beginning to piss him off. Nudging her with