#Chapter 194: The Mark of a Mate

Moana Edrick was bleeding out below me. I needed to mark him if I wanted him to survive, but he didn’t want me to. He said that it would be bad for the baby; he even admitted that the drops he was putting in my coffee were to specifically prevent this. But he didn’t know that I hadn’t been drinking my coffee, and I could mark him then and there. “I won’t let you die,” I said firmly as I held Edrick’s hand in mine. Behind us, Ethan and several Rogues were fighting with the police. It was a flurry of chaos in that abandoned warehouse, and I wasn’t sure what would happen if Edrick died. Ethan and the Rogues, who were likely hired by him, were certain to kill us. I couldn’t stop thinking about little Ella, who was still asleep in the cop car. Even Kelly was lying hopelessly in the corner, still unconscious. The cops were struggling with Ethan and the Rogues, and I knew that they needed Edrick’s help. If I marked him and healed him, then he would have the strength to fight bette