45-Marcus

Marcus’s POV

I go back to the room I shared with Cleo, leaving Cindy and Patrick. I breathe deeply. Her scent is everywhere. I’m the Beta of Blood Moon, I have responsibilities, but I feel dazed.

I lay on the bed, only hours ago I was making love to her in this bed. Her skin was next to mine, her lips were pressed tightly to mine. Her arms were pulling me to her.

I smell her cum mixed with mine in the sheets, I smell our sweat. Her pillow is full of her scent. I pull it to my chest and cry. My Cleo, my mate, I need her to survive.

I’ll never get over this, I’ll never move on. Was this a cruel joke? So much happiness, so much love ripped away. We should have marked each other. We should have made a baby. If she had gotten pregnant, she wouldn’t have been in the fight. She would be safe; I’d be holding her right now. Why did we want to wait?

There is a knock on the door. I wipe my eyes and answer it. Carlisha is there. I don’t realize I’m still holding Cleo’s pillow.

“I came b