The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

Chapter 1 

Myra‘s POV. 

‘When I said move in, I didn‘t mean use the whole house as a storage unit. Seriously, you have so much stuff, my brother, Nate, grumbles behind me as we carry the last of my boxes up to my new room. 

‘Oh, shut up, there really isn‘t that much.‘ I nudge the door open with my foot and set the box down on the floor. 

Nate follows me in and drops his box down, causing me to glare at his carelessness. 

‘So, do you need help unpacking?‘ He asks sardonically, gesturing at the numerous boxes stacked around my room 

‘Fine. You get out clothes, just put them in a pile. I‘ll hang them up later,‘ I order him as I get to work on putting my bedding on the mattress. 

‘Fucking hell, my eyes!‘ Nate shouts, making me jump and put my hand over my heart. ‘What is it?‘ I ask. 

I spin around to see him leaning against the wall. He pinches the bridge of his nose between two fin gers whilst he exhales loudly. 

your own, if I ever see anything like that again, I‘m telling Mum and Dad, he complains and stomps out of the

opened. Lying on top of my clothes is Kevin, my 6“5–inch glittery pink

Oops. 

in the chest of drawers Nate has put up for

does he expect? I‘m single!

Only a couple of boxes left and I can finish unpacking those tonight.

alright, 1.–‘ he cuts me off

enough already. Now, what do you want for

my eyes and look over his

food.‘ I sigh and grab my handbag and

dickhead, I shout and open the front door. I unlock

but recently, he went through a tough time. His girlfriend broke up with him and it really hurt him. My parents offered him one of their rental houses about two hours away from our city. A new town and

to live together. I agreed because Nate has recently got a job working nights at a highway maintenance company, so I won‘t see him much. It‘s not that I don‘t love him, but I doubt many women want to live with their

is a shifter, and my father was a human, until Mum marked him and he shifted. Nate was born with the wolf

that I wasn‘t the special one, but I‘m happy to say I‘m over it now. I’ve ac cepted it (sort of).