My mate

Jack felt a jolt, a surge of primal energy coursing through him. The scent of blue orchids, intensified by her nearness, filled his senses, intoxicating him. He watched her retreat, her movements graceful and alluring, and an unfamiliar longing stirred within him.

Just as she reached the doorway, he grabbed her arm, pulling her back against him. He tilted her head back and claimed her lips, his kiss hungry, demanding.

Rose, unprepared for the sudden assault, gasped, her hands instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressed together, a fierce current of desire arcing between them. He lifted her effortlessly, and the next moment, they were tumbling onto the bed, their bodies entwined.

Rose felt a surge of heat, a primal response awakening within her. She arched into him, her senses ablaze.

Jack stared at her neck, his eyes darkening, his pupils dilating. The scent of her blood, sweet and intoxicating, filled his senses. He felt an overwhelming urge to bite her, a primal hunger he couldn't control. He closed his eyes, fighting the overwhelming urge, but it was too strong.

Rose felt the change in his eyes, the shift in his demeanor. She knew what he was feeling, the primal hunger that consumed him. "It's okay," she whispered, tilting her head back, offering herself to him.

He groaned, burying his face in her neck, his fangs elongating. Rose hissed, a sharp pain shooting through her neck, but a strange, exhilarating sensation quickly replaced it.

Jack drank deeply, his senses overwhelmed by the taste of her blood. He felt a surge of satisfaction, a primal pleasure that coursed through him. He looked at the bite mark, now slowly changing color, forming the mark, and felt a pang of guilt.

Rose hissed as she felt a sharp pain in her neck, she knew "mate marking" would be painful but not this sharp. She managed to endure it as ecstasy also flowed into her with the marking.

Jack felt happy and sad at the same time when he licked the bite area, looking at the spot he had bitten. It was healing slowly and forming a mark.

Rose getting high on the ecstasy and pain of the marking began to look pale. Jack on the other hand felt an inexplicable sense of completion and guilt for leaving a scar on her beautiful body not knowing what it meant. Although he was not completely himself, he still had some consciousness in him.

Still lying on the bed, Rose lay limp in his arms, exhausted from the experience, so she soon fell asleep. He held her close, his heart pounding against her own, a sense of protectiveness and possessiveness washing over him.

She lay back down on the bed, running her fingers tips over the mark in admiration while pondering on the dream she had yesterday and how it might be related with Jack being her mate.

"Bang!" the sound of the door opening suddenly interrupted her deep thoughts. She turned towards the door and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jack walking into the room. This sudden feeling of insecurity in his absence felt a bit strange, maybe it was because of the mate mark.

Not dwelling on it she shrugged off her thoughts.

 Standing up from the bed, she walked towards Jack who was approaching her with concern written all over her face.

"Oh, thank goodness you're awake!" Jack exhaled, pulling her into a hug.

With a puzzled expression and a muffled "ok" Rose hugged him back. "Where were you?" she asked in a soft tone.

"I'm really sorry, I -I didn't mean to... I wasn't in control myself..." His face like a child caught spilling milk.

Rose smiled gently. "I know," she said softly, her voice a silken caress. "It's alright. I… I don't regret it."

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "You don't?"

She shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "Perhaps a little," she teased, "but mostly… exhilarated."

Jack chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "Exhilarated?"

"Yes," she confirmed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It was… intense."

He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her lips. "Intense is an understatement," he murmured, his voice a low growl.

The air between them crackled with unspoken words, the tension palpable. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Rose felt a familiar warmth spreading through her, a primal yearning awakening within her. She leaned into his touch, her breath catching in her throat.

He leaned closer, his eyes darkening, his gaze locked on her lips. "Rose…" he breathed, his voice a husky whisper.

Their lips met, a tentative brush at first, then a deeper, more demanding kiss. Rose responded with a fervor that surprised even herself, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the intensity of their connection, the raw, primal need that surged between them. He tasted of moonlight and pine needles, a wild, untamed creature. She tasted of honey and starlight, sweet and intoxicating.

Lost in the intoxicating embrace and with Roses' neckline exposed showing the mark, they didn't notice the figure watching them from the shadows of the trees. George, his face a mask of fury, watched his sister succumb to the allure of the stranger.

He had known this would happen. He had seen the way Rose looked at Jack, the way her eyes lit up when he was near. He had felt the shift in her, the awakening of the primal instincts that had lain dormant within her for so long.

He had tried to warn her, to protect her, but it was too late. The prophecy was unfolding before his very eyes, and he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that it would bring nothing but destruction.

He turned and walked away, the sound of their passionate embrace echoing in his ears, a chilling reminder of the danger that now threatened to consume them all.

"Crash!" The sound of shattering glass cut through the air, followed by the icy sting of water as it splashed across the floor. Rose and Jack, still locked in an embrace, stumbled apart, startled by the sudden noise. Rose had accidentally knocked over a pitcher of water, the contents splashing on them and cascading across the floor.

They both turned to the table as she didn't notice the bowl on the table, "Oh," she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed. "I'm so sorry."

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "It's alright," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's not every day I get to share a passionate embrace with a clumsy werewolf."

Rose playfully swatted his arm. "Very funny," she retorted, her cheeks still flushed. "I'll, just… I'll be right back."

He held her shoulders with both hands, his gaze scanning her neck in a scrutinizing manner. "Does it still hurt?" he asked with a concerned look.

"No, I'm fine," she said, trying to divert his attention. "Like I said before… you need to meet my brother."

"We have met," Jack replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Rose looked at him, bewildered. "You said you've met George?" she asked, averting their previous topic.

"Yeah- yeah, we've met while you were asleep," he responded. "He said he was just checking up on you."

Walking towards the door, she ushered a maid to clear the mess. "Alright, I'll go take a shower," she stated, a lingering look in her eyes as she turned to leave the room.

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