Page 49 of The Alpha's Bullied Rejected Mate
Marcus’s hands trembled as memories of her crashed over him with the ache that had never left.
And now she was standing right in front of him.
Alive.
Kieran stepped closer, wary. “We need to move. Now. That blast might’ve drawn more than demons.”
Marcus blinked, shaking.
“Right,” he muttered hoarsely, regaining his balance and composure.
He turned away, forcing himself to move as he mounted the horse without a word.
Athena followed, quietly mounting the horse behind him.
She placed her hand on his shoulders to steady herself, and the contact made his skin tense.
He looked over his shoulder to the side and glanced at the still form of Riley on Kieran’s horse—his hair the same shade of color that now floated around Athena’s face.
Marcus felt something tug deep in his gut.
A thought he hadn’t dared name.
A question too heavy for right now.
But it burned in his chest.
Was that… his son?
He tightened his grip on the reins of the horse and rode faster into the day.
