Chapter 6 Nancy's POV

"That's horrible" As I struggled to picture my existence without even one of my parents, let alone both, I mumbled while fidgeting with my thumbs in my lap. "What's going to happen when he finds his mate?" Even though I spoke quietly, I could tell he could hear me because of the rapid acceleration of his heartbeat.

Morgan was silent for a moment, giving the impression that he was trying to figure out the response, but when he finally spoke, I realized there was no mystery: "He already denied her," he said, his voice hardly rising above a whisper. I was so startled that I jumped out of his tender grasp and turned to face him. If Anderson rejected his partner and she would not be returning, my escape would not be simple, if it were even feasible. Morgan tried to form a proper sentence as saliva splattered around in his mouth as he parted his lips. "I just don't think he could handle it; he found Erica too soon after his mom left," he said, defending his Alpha, though I couldn't help but think there was more to the story from the way his eyes flitted around nervously.

I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than to relive the day by waking up in my bed. I wouldn't have let Morgan go, and I would have done all in my power to stay away from Anderson. The tears finally came, but they were quickly wiped away as I continued to clench my eyes shut. After a minute of eerie silence, I honestly said, "I don't want to be his." My body was so weak that just contemplating all the possibilities made me want to throw up. I sat back down and enjoyed the warm, fluffy pillow against my pounding head as I felt woozy. "How can we undo this?"

"We can't unmark you, but maybe I can mark over it?" Morgan offered uncertainty. I agreed as he continued, "I don't know if it will work, but it's worth a try." There is no way it could be any worse.

His coffee-colored pools deepened slightly with want at the notion of being that close to me, and I pledged, "I will do anything." His wolf was afraid, even if his exterior gave the impression that he was delighted. I'm terrified it won't work.

He slung his leg over me so that his slender body was straddling mine and grinned genuinely, casting his anxieties to the side. His pointer finger traced my cheekbone as he spoke, "I'm sorry this happened to you, gathering up any stray tears along the way.

I twisted my hand in his shirt and said, "It's not your fault," as I drew him nearer to me. I continued to pull him closer while wrapping my arms around his neck once he was close enough. I didn't want to acknowledge it, but the reason I wanted to pursue this was pure desperation rather than a readiness to further my relationship with Morgan.

"Are you sure?" Before kissing me, Morgan questioned me softly while sensing my conflicting feelings. His eyes twinkled joyfully as they touched mine.

I assured him, "I'm sure," as his lips urgently touched mine. As soon as we met, the recognizable electric sparks raced through my mouth, prompting me to instantly moan on his silky lips. He kissed harder and more passionately because he was enjoying the response he was receiving.

I had the chance to stick my tongue in his mouth when he bit my bottom lip just a little. For a moment, our tongues danced together before Morgan redirected his attention to my neck and, more importantly, my sweet spot by running his lips across my cheek and down to there. My body's present internal explosions were silenced the moment his lips touched my marking. I was met with an unpleasant, scorching sensation rather than the pleasurable one I had anticipated, but I did not stop him.

I implored him to do it, fearfully digging my claws into his back. That's it. Our sole opportunity as his canines sank into my neck where Anderson's had been, Morgan sighed in my ear. My wolf immediately started to scurry around in an effort to fend off his because we had already been claimed. I was unable to control the frantic scream that sprang from my mouth as Morgan attempted to take control of my body and my wolf's previous claim. My entire body tensed up, my eyes constricted, and my fingers tightened their grip on his skin while driving their nails farther into it. My eyes began to discharge salty drops, and each one made my skin feel as though it were on fire.

"Get off!" Morgan drew back and spun to gaze at his Alpha, who was slouching nonchalantly in the doorway, as Anderson's loud voice abruptly reached my ears. His expression was that of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was astounded that his Alpha was suddenly aware of our objectives and could feel my feelings.

I noticed that he was already gazing at me with disgust as I looked up. He was acting like a coward who was trembling violently as his chest rose and fell. "What do you think you're doing?" He focused on Morgan, who was still sexually straddling my body. He had his hands on either side of my head, enclosing me so that, if necessary, he could defend me.

"I'm trying to fix what you did!" He yelled indignantly, his brown hair flailing about as he did so.

"You can't change it now, so stop trying!" Anderson made demands without considering our needs or our input. He said, "I told you Nancy is my mate now." It seemed strange to hear my name in his voice for the first time. Hearing it, which was as magical as it came from his voice, my wolf whirled around with glee. On the other side, I was perplexed as to why I did not detest it. In truth, a small part of me took pleasure in hearing my name repeated in his deep voice. I shake such thoughts out of my head.

"I'm not your mate!" I hissed once again, ignoring my wolf as it hurried out of the doorway and headed in our direction. He stooped down and positioned himself so he could see me clearly in a matter of seconds. He proceeded to torment me while leaning dangerously close to me since he knew I frightened him.

"Nancy, you are... As he pointed at Morgan, he said, "What you're doing here is cheating on your partner." With such assurance, he spoke as though everything he said were true. He acted as though he genuinely thought that what he was doing was morally right and what I was doing was wrong.

My eyes appeared to enlarge in shock. He was obviously hallucinating. "He is my mate!" To force him to face reality, I spat. Anderson was the devil who marked me, not my mate. We had nothing-no immediate kinship, need, or pull.

"Was! You were his mate." Anderson clarified. He motioned, "Now let's go," while rising up and holding out his hand for me to grasp. "I've had enough of this." He impatiently motioned for me to follow him quietly before he had to take further action while opening and closing his hand three times.

I was astounded as I glanced at his hand, recalling how it had once grabbed my hips and kept them there as he controlled my body. I resisted Morgan's hand tracing along my side as he tried to calm me down, saying, "I told you I'm not going anywhere with you."

Morgan piped out as the two exchanged glares, "You can't just mark someone and expect them to love you, Anderson; it doesn't work like that." "For that reason, you are assigned a mate." He continued, his golden flecks gleaming as though there was a hidden meaning beneath his words: "someone who will love you no matter what, right, wrong, or indifferent." He then turned to face me with a kind smile on his face, which caused me to blush once again and made me feel like a child again. I wanted to honor him.