MARKED BY FATE : RETRIBUTION

Chapter 1: The Mating Ritual

Carolyn POV

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Tonight was the night-our night.

The night I consummated my mate's bond with Peter- the only man in the world I could ever love.

The moment I stepped into the bedroom that had been elaborately prepared for us, my breath caught in my throat. I was greeted with the sweet scent of rose petals, scattered on the floor and sprinkled on the bed.

The intoxicating sight was accompanied by the shifting light hues from the glass chandelier above, bathing me in a dreamy feel. I walked to the center of the room, and sighed sweetly, noting the efforts that Peter had taken to make this night remarkable for us.

At the corners of the Queen sized bed were scented candles of different colors. Their orange glow blended seamlessly with the white beddings as I arrived at the center of the room.

I stopped to admire myself in the mirror, draped graciously in a white bathrobe. I let it drop to my ankles, showing the revealing two pieces I had on me.

It was the lingerie Peter had given me, as while it was pretty, it left almost nothing to imagination. The fabric skimmed just halfway down, barely covering my backside. And the delicate lace cups only covered my nipples,  as though every inch was designed to tease.

Black in color, and contrasting sharply against my silver hair along with my golden pupils, the lingerie clung tightly to my skin. Made of lace and silk that felt so smooth to touch as I traced my finger from my collar bone, right over my protruding left nipple.

Tonight, Peter Stormbringer would claim me.

That thought brought a shy smile to my face. I blushed, feeling the heat warm my cheeks while I ran circles on the left breast cup.

Right before I trailed my eyes down, admiring the delicate work done in connecting the bra cups down to the G-strings that covered my honeypot.

"I didn't think you'd like it." A deep, familiar voice echoed behind me, and I nearly jumped in fright.

When I turned around, I was met with the curious sparkling blue eyes of Peter and a gentle smile on his face. He ran his left hand into his dark brown hair, as his eyes scanned my body, from head to toe.

"You're beautiful." Came his deep voice that reverberated about the room.

I felt all shades of shy, squeezing my legs and prodding my breasts with my hands. But when he walked over to me, my resolve shattered like glass.

"Mine." Peter grunted in a deep, gravelly voice.

And I froze.

There was something about the way he said it- the confident charm and the possessiveness that made me melt inside.

Yes, I hummed in my head-Yours.

Peter tipped my jaws with his index finger, his eyes never leaving mine. For many seconds, I was lost in the vastness of his gaze, until suddenly, he pulled me to him.

When