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Zyra patiently waited for Marcus to come out of the bathroom. She needed to speak with him and uncover what he was keeping from her. Now that they were mates, she believed there should be no secrets between them.

She sat still until he emerged, surprised to see her waiting. He sighed and made his way to get his clothes, but she spread her hands on the bed and tilted her head, calling out, “Marcus?”

He heaved a sigh, replying, “Not now, Zyra.”

She rolled her eyes in frustration. “Why? What are you not telling me?” she demanded, watching as he turned his back on her, revealing his tattoo again.

“Is it behind your tattoo? Tell me, I want to know…” she pleaded, her voice soft yet insistent.

He groaned softly. “Zyra, you don’t need to know all of this,” he said, trying to brush off her questions.

She shook her head, standing up and walking towards him. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and stared into his eyes. “What is it?” she whispered.

“I am your mate; you should tell me…” she said g