Chapter 35

Jaxon

Astra disappeared just as fast as she had appeared, leaving a intense silence in the cabin. I wanted to turn and look at Scar, but my feet remained rooted on the ground. My cock was still extremely hard and hungry. My balls were heavy and on the verge of explosion even though it wouldn't happen. What does she think of me now?

I thought, choosing to hang my head instead of banging it in the wooden wall. My muscles became rigid when the bed creaked, her light footsteps sounding as she approached me. I ground my teeth together, cursing my cock for not letting out my essence in time. I looked between my legs, my manhood jutting out, needy. How could I come to terms with the fact that I had no choice but to be marked?

Men were the only ones who did the marking as per our laws and traditions. It was unheard of for a she wolf to do the marking. It showed that the male was weak, he didn't deserve to even sit amongst other men. How would my pack look at me? A spineless alpha who was pinn