The Girl He Marked

Chapter 7

Book 1 Chapter 7

Jayce‘s POV (from the beginning)

I march down the corridor lo Damien‘s office. I‘m pissed that he‘s called me into his office this early, he

knows I hate getting up early.

I walk around the corner and collide with someone much shorter than me. She stumbles backward and

drops paper everywhere. I reach out instinctively and grab her arms to catch her. Tingles flow through

my hands and along my arms as I touch her. Her scent hits me and I‘m transfixed. I watch, frozen, as

she checks me out.

I can‘t think properly. All i can think is, I‘ve found my mate.

I take in her long chestnut hair and wide hazel eyes, she‘s stunning.

She‘s human.

Now that‘s something I wasn‘t expecting.

I watch amusedly as she continues to check me out, her eyes trailing over my inked arms.

I‘m sorry, I didn‘t see you there,’ she mumbles and kneels down to collect the paper.

I decide it‘s best I don‘t say anything. I can‘t think straight and I‘ll probably say something I‘ll regret lat

er. Instead, I just watch her silently.

She straightens back up and her eyes harden. I know I should have helped her pick up the paper but I

don‘t want to risk touching her again or being nice to her. I let out a sigh of relief as she steps around

me and struts off down the corridor. I take a moment to collect myself and then walk into Damien‘s

office.

“You hired a human?‘ I ask incredulously and make myself comfortable on one of the chairs, Damien

looks at me over a piece of paper and smiles.

‘So, you met Myra?‘

‘Myra...‘ I look away and resist hitting something.

Why did I have to meet my mate? I‘ve been doing just fine without her. She‘s human no less, she‘ll be

useless with me. But at least because she‘s human, she won‘t feel the bond like I do. With any luck,

she won‘t even notice me.

I storm out of Damien‘s office and drive down to my favorite bar, as soon as I sit down on one of the

stools, the bartender places a glass of whiskey in front of me. I know I come here more often than I

proba bly should, but I have a lot on my mind.

I down the drink and tap the empty glass, gesturing to the bartender to refill it. I groan and put my head

in my hands.

What am I going to do?

‘You‘re a mess.‘ Damien‘s voice cuts through my sleep and drags me back to being conscious.

‘Fuck you,‘ I growl and roll over in bed, but Damien pulls the duvet off me. I growl louder this time and

he just ignores me.

‘If you don‘t get up I will pour this on you, he threatens me, holding up a bottle of water. I scowl and

grab it out of his hand, chugging the liquid greedily.

“How much did you drink last night?‘ Damien questions me and sits down next to my bed. I sit up and

clutch my throbbing head.

‘Enough,‘ I mutter, I wish he would just leave.

‘Enough to what? Forget everything? You can‘t keep doing this to yourself, Jayce. I‘ve told you, you

don‘t have to do the assignments. Someone else can, he tells me and puts his hand on my shoulder. I

shake it off and glare at him, I really don‘t want his sympathy.

‘They‘re the only thing I‘m good at Damien, I enjoy them, I tell him and stand up, I stretch and decide

need to go on a run.

“Alright, but have a shower, you stink.‘ He laughs at me and leaves the room. I watch as he leaves and

silently thank him. He knows I won‘t say it, but I do appreciate him.

I walk into the pack hall and resist groaning as the wonderful, sweet scent of my mate hits me.

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I can‘t resist wanting to see her and I make my way down the corridor, turning left at the end. The door

to her office is open, and the sight that greets me almost takes my breath away.

My beautiful mate is bent over a drawer, giving me the most incredible view of her ass in a tight skirt.

Kill me now.

It’s like she‘s trying to make this harder for me.

‘Need a hand?‘ I offer, laughing as I see her jump. She straightens up and turns around to glare at me.

‘No, thank you, she replies and ignores me as she goes over to her desk. I walk over and wait for her to

look up at me. I think I‘m prepared to see her so close, but it turns out. I‘m not. She looks up and her

hazel eyes meet mine, they‘re accentuated by her large black–rimmed glasses. She looks like a

naughty secre tary, and I‘ve got a lot of ideas of what I want to do to her.

‘Can I help you with something?‘‘She asks me and raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.