Losing Myself in You by Heather C. Myers Page A

He wanted her to fail at this whole dining thing, didn't he? At least, that's what he had originally thought. If the Elders refused to allow him to claim her as his mate, then she would no longer be a part of his life anymore, and that was what he had wanted in the first place. Plus, it wasn't like she was going to argue with him on the matter, because she didn't want to be with him on the same level that he didn't want to be with her.
    So they had an understanding.
    Except…
    Marcus started to walk again, but instead of heading downstairs, he turned and walked into his bedroom. It was the biggest bedroom in the entire house and it even had a private bathroom attached to the room. Whenever Marcus was troubled or something was weighing heavily on his mind, he would lie down on his bed and stare up at the ceiling, breathing evenly until his frustrations faded away and he had some sort of solution to the problem. He highly doubted he would be able to find one now, but that didn't stop him from trying.
    Marcus had always been familiar with his culture. He knew that by him nipping at Bridgette's neck, by literally marking her as his, that they were connected on a deeper level than one of mere possession. In fact, he didn't necessarily believe that he owned her in any way, but if some guy tried to hit on her, he would do something about it. It was actually hard to explain. But they were connected.
    There were times when he could feel what she was feeling. It was only subtle, of course, and he knew that once she went through the transformation, if she survived it at all, those perceptive feelings would only enhance. Right now, he could detect that she was feeling an assortment of emotions. Because her presence was drastically closer to him than normal, he could pick up more of her emotions that he did before. She was angry, frustrated, confused, and maybe even a little scared. It's not every day she gets thrown over a shoulder and led into a pack of werewolves, he realized.
    So maybe he should have tried a different approach when it came to her, but even if he had, it wouldn't have changed anything. She would still frustrate him to no end, and he would be stuck trying to get her to impress the Elders.
    And then there was the fact that ever since he had marked her, his desire for her only grew. She was the only one he wanted, and he knew that from that moment on, no one would be able to satiate him the way she would. Even dreams wouldn't do, though they were momentarily satisfying. He needed to touch her, to feel her, to be inside of her. Nobody else would do. And he absolutely hated that. What had he gotten himself into? He wouldn't have sex with anyone who wasn't her for the rest of his life. He idly wondered if she felt the same way. Maybe Bridgette didn't know what she felt yet. Logic seemed to plague her, but there were moments when he had caught her eye, and he saw the same raw desire in them that he felt for her. Maybe it would take her longer to realize what she was feeling because she was human.
    So while he wanted nothing more than to have the Elders disapprove of the match, Marcus knew that he needed her. He couldn't be without her. And if the Elders did disapprove of her, then he would be forced to marry somebody else. And if that were to happen, it would be pure torture.
    But he couldn't force Bridgette to like him, love him, or at least entertain his company. She would have to come to that conclusion by herself, and all Marcus could do was to wait.
    When he realized quite a deal of time had passed since first arriving to his room, Marcus slipped off his leather jacket and replaced it with a black blazer. The pack, as usual, would eat together, whether it would be with Bridgette or without her. When he passed by her door, he stopped himself from trying to talk her into joining him, though he wanted nothing more than to attempt it. If she wanted to be stubborn, he could be stubborn too.
    By the time he reached t he dining