Eighty-Nine

He then picks her up, turns and walks away, heading over to where Mary was standing talking to some of the other older females. I jump a little as I feel a hand on my arm. I turn away from watching Zachariah to face the teen females that had now gathered closer to me. One asks shyly,

"May we see?"

I look at her, confused until I see her eyes flick to my shoulder. I look down at it and sigh as I see the rip. I then smile and say,

"Of course."

I move my blouse just a little more, exposing Zachariah's mark completely but keeping my scars covered, I really am not in the mood to explain where they came from. I smile as they all take another surprised intake of breath, as the one that asked to see says,

"So it is true, you are his mate..."

"Yep..."

"What's he like?"

"Have you had sex with him?"

"Is he as unforgiving to you as he is to everyone else?"

I smile at all their questions but snap my eyes to one young female as she says,

"Did he force you?"

I step up to her, lower my vo