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If I wasn’t so freaked out, my face would probably be bright red right now. I didn’t remember doing that, but I firmly believed she’d gotten me to do it. It was all hazy after that alpha command, but I would have done anything she wanted at that point.

Even beg and cry.

“I don’t remember much after we came in here,” I admitted, tilting her head from one side to the other to check her neck. “Did I ever bite you?”

“Well, yeah.” She blushed again and sat up, holding the blanket to her chest. “But I told you to.”

What?

I didn’t see any marks on her neck though so what was she talking about?

Then she tucked her hair behind her ear and I saw it. A big fat bruise on her wrist with a circle of teeth marks so deep that each one was still pretty bloody looking.

I tried not to panic, but I couldn’t remember if it was possible to bond anyone with a bite mark on their wrist, let alone an alpha to another alpha.

“It wasn’t just me,” she muttered, looking away like she was embarrassed.

Yeah, I saw the mark on my own wrist, but that didn’t mean anything necessarily. My eyes hadn’t changed color and in the worst-case scenario, it was a platonic bond that would fade in a day or two.

But this didn’t look temporary.

“I’m not upset, but…” I stood and grabbed her face, angling it so the sunlight would shine right in her eyes.

They were definitely not blue anymore. They were a very pretty grey that reminded me of a dark, stormy sky over the ocean.

“Soren, you’re scaring me.”

I studied her face, surprised to see she really did seem scared.

I had to tell her. No matter how nervous I was about how she’d react, I had to tell her. If I’d bonded to her by accident…

“I didn’t mean to,” I managed. “I didn’t even think it was possible.”

“What are youtalkingabout?”

“Frankie…your eyes are grey.”

CHAPTER 43

Frankie

My eyes were grey?

I stared up at Soren, sure he had to be lying.

Or colorblind.

Statistically, 8% of men were colorblind. That was a lot. And grey was really close to blue on the color spectrum.

Except he’d noticed a difference.

“I’m sorry,” he told me, sounding absolutely devastated by this turn of events. “I shouldn’t have bitten you. I should have worn a muzzle or something.”

Wait, what?

“I didn’t think an alpha could bond another alpha,” Soren rambled on, his hands shaking as he took my wrist. “There’s gotta be a way to undo this, right? I didn’t even ask if this is what you wanted. I’m so sorry, Frankie.”

My chest ached and I could feel tears prick my eyes. He just sounded so scared andguiltyover something he thought he was responsible for.

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