Arabella...

Arabella’s POV

Carefully swinging my legs around the bed, I attempted to stand. The problem was that my legs were like jelly.

“I need to use the bathroom. Could you help me?” Leo hesitated for a second before agreeing.

He placed his arm under mine and took the weight from me as we slowly walked to the bathroom. Once he knew I was ok, he let me go and closed the door behind him.

When I had finished, thankfully, my legs weren’t as shaky standing back up. Taking it one step at a time, I walked to the sink to wash my hands. Bending over, I splashed some cold water onto my face. Once standing, I took the hair band from my wrist and placed my hair into a bun. That’s when I saw it. A fresh mark sat on my neck. Its edges were rough and raised; it tickled only when I ran my fingers along it. A sensation that felt oddly… alluring.

‘We are his and should mark him back when our heat hits.’ It was clear the voice was in my head because I was alone in here.

‘Ok, who the hell are you?’ Closing my ey