Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 50: The Beast’s Mark (2)

Her face burned as she traced the marks with her fingertips. She knew they would fade quickly thanks to her werewolf healing, but still!

He really needed to control himself!

And the worst part? She had barely left any marks on him.

Her brows furrowed. Wait ... where were the bites she had left?

She had bitten him last night—she knew she had—but this morning, his skin had been completely unmarked.

Her eyes narrowed. His healing must be faster than mine.

She huffed, crossing her arms.

If that’s the case ...

A slow smirk curled on her lips.

Next time, I’ll just have to bite him harder.

Wait ...

Next time?

Her entire face turned red.

She crouched in the bathroom, burying her burning face in her hands.

They had just done it last night ... and here she was already thinking about their next time.

At this point, she was probably more perverted than that beast.

But then again ... who knew what he was thinking?

Even during breakfast, his gaze had barely left her, as if he were more interested in devouring her than the food on his plate.

Maybe their next time would come a lot sooner than she expected.

She groaned and rubbed her temples. Ugh, whatever.

She was the one who started it, so now she had to live with the consequences.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water soothe her sore muscles. She took her time, but when she finally finished and went to grab her clothes, she froze.

Her dress.

It was too short.

Her eyes trailed down to her thighs, where Damon’s bite marks were on full display.

Her eyes twitched.

That damn man. Did he really have to mark her this much?

Sighing in defeat, she grabbed his oversized coat and threw it over her shoulders.

Never mind that the sun was blazing outside, she had to cover up because a certain ’mosquito’ got too carried away last night.

Unbelievable.

She stepped out of the bathroom, adjusting the coat around her body as she made her way to the living room. Damon was sitting on the couch, his long legs casually spread apart, one arm draped over the backrest as he scrolled through his phone.

His sharp gray eyes immediately locked onto her, scanning her from head to toe. The corner of his lips lifted as he took in the sight of her drowning in his oversized coat.

"Stealing my clothes now?" he asked, resting his chin on his palm.

Charlotte shot him a glare. "Your fault."

Damon raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh? How so?"

She narrowed her eyes and pointed at her thighs. "Because somebody couldn’t control himself last night."

Damon’s smile widened, his gaze darkening with satisfaction. "Huh. I don’t remember you complaining."

Charlotte’s face burned. She grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at him. "Shut up."

Damon caught it effortlessly, chuckling as he tossed it aside. "Fine, fine. But you have to admit," he said, standing up and walking toward her, his towering frame making her instinctively take a step back, "you look good in my clothes."

His voice dropped an octave, and Charlotte hated how easily that stupid, deep voice of his made her stomach flip.

Damon reached for the coat’s lapel and tugged her closer. "Maybe I should keep you dressed like this. Wrapped in my scent."

Charlotte gulped, her pulse quickening. "Damon—"

Before she could say anything else, he leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. "Or better yet ... maybe I should just give you more marks so you’ll have no choice but to keep wearing my clothes."

Charlotte shoved him away and stormed toward the door. "I’m leaving."

Damon laughed and grabbed the car keys before following her outside.

"Are you going to work after this?" Charlotte asked as soon as she got into the car.

Fortunately, Damon had closed the roof and turned on the air conditioner, saving her from the scorching heat outside.

"No, I took the day off," Damon replied, starting the engine. "Diana told me there was an attack last night, most likely carried out by a rogue werewolf. Because of that, the councils of the Nocturnal Order want to meet with me."

Charlotte was taken aback. "The councils? Why do they want to meet you?"

Damon sighed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "Even though I have no idea where these rogue werewolves came from, the elders still consider them our kind. Since I’m the one in charge of protecting Northbridge from werewolf attacks, they think I’ve failed to handle the situation properly."

"Are they insane?!" Charlotte felt a surge of anger rising in her chest. "How can they say you’ve failed? You’ve been keeping this city safe for years, and just because of a few incidents, they immediately blame you?"

Damon let out a dry chuckle, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. "They don’t care about that, sweetheart. They only care about results. As long as Northbridge remains untouched, they’ll sing my praises. But the moment something goes wrong, suddenly I’m incompetent."

Charlotte scoffed, crossing her arms. "Unbelievable. You’ve been keeping this city safe for years. If anything, they should be grateful. But instead, they’re pointing fingers the second there’s a problem?"

Damon glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You’re cute when you’re mad."

She rolled her eyes. "I’m serious, Damon. This isn’t fair."

His smile faded, replaced by something more solemn. "I know. But this is the reality of leadership, Charlotte. When everything’s fine, no one notices you. When things go wrong, suddenly everyone’s watching."

"Still ..." Damon shrugged. "I’m their biggest investor, so I doubt they’d have the guts to actually reprimand me. And if they do, well—" He smirked, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "I can always tighten the purse."

He sounded like an arrogant rich man, but that was the truth. They could blame Damon all they wanted, but in the end, money talked.

She turned to face him, her expression softening. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Damon’s eyes flicked toward her, then back to the road. "Tempting, but no. I don’t want you getting dragged into their politics."

Charlotte, "I’m already involved the moment I got marked by you."

"True," he said. "But let’s not make it easier for them to put you in the spotlight. The only thing you need to do now is focus on building your career. That’s all."

She pursed her lips, leaning back against the seat. "Fine. But if they do something bad to you, tell me, okay?"

Damon reached over, lacing his fingers with hers. "I will. Now, let’s get you home before I change my mind and keep you all to myself for the rest of the day."