121: 121 Let Me Mark You

121 Let Me Mark You

Vivian’s POV

"And what then?"

I didn't directly answer Alen's question; instead, I asked, "Do you have more fiancées, by any chance?"

Upon hearing my words, Alen first looked puzzled and then burst into laughter.

I could tell that if he had been injured, he might have laughed until he was shaking all over. Alen's attitude made me somewhat angry.

He had a fiancée and yet he was tempting me. When I pointed this out, he didn't seem inclined to offer any explanation, only laughter.

Did he find what I said amusing?

"Alen, what's so funny about this?" I waited for a whole minute, and Alen didn't stop laughing. I said with a stern face, "Are you making fun of me?"

"No, Vivian, I didn't mean to make fun of you," Alen said, struggling to stop laughing, biting his lips hard, "Vivian, didn't you realize that your question was filled with jealousy? You care about me, right?"

As Alen said this, I suddenly realized that I had questioned his feelings with a confrontational tone. It did sound like I was jealous.

Thinking of this, my face blushed slightly.

"I'm not jealous!"

Although I realized I was in the wrong, I was still trying to be stubborn.

"I just happened to overhear some gossip about you, so I casually asked you!"

"Okay, I believe you."

Alen didn't push me, and he continued, "Even though you asked casually, I still want to explain. I know very few girls, let alone having more fiancées. And as for that so-called fiancée, I haven't seen her much."

"What do you mean?" I felt skeptical hearing Alen's words. "She's already your fiancée. How can you not have seen her?"

"My mother knows her parents. As parents, they thought we were a good match. They arranged the engagement for us when we were still minors," Alen continued to explain, "The last time I saw her was over a decade ago and we were both kids then. After that, my mother mentioned several times about going on dates with her, but I never agreed."

"If you didn't want to, why didn't you propose to break off the engagement?" I furrowed my brow slightly, not agreeing with Alen's procrastination strategy.

"Even if you were young back then, you're an adult now."

"I never really cared about that engagement, and I didn't want to conflict with my mother, so I chose to express my attitude through silence and procrastination," Alen shrugged, his hands spread open.

"Since I started working for His Highness Kral in the palace, I've been living in the palace. Over the years, I've been studying and training every day, and I haven't had the mental space to think about my fiancée. Honestly, I almost forgot about it. My mother hasn't mentioned her either."

After hearing Alen's explanation, I felt unable to refute him. Based on my understanding of Alen, he wouldn't and didn't need to deceive me in such matters.

I really wanted to believe him deep down.

After the thought of wanting to believe Alen welled up in my heart, the previous discomfort I felt upon learning about his fiancée seemed to dissipate.

"Vivian, I've advanced to my current position through my own efforts, and I've earned the respect of others," Alen continued when I didn't speak. "I have the complete ability to decide my own affairs. Whether it's my career or my marriage, I have absolute autonomy."

"So?" I looked at Alen, feeling bewildered about the purpose of his words.

"Vivian, I want to tell you that you are my mate, and that's an unchangeable fact," Alen said, extending his hand and gently holding both of mine.

"When I met other girls, I felt nothing. But from the moment I first saw you, I felt my heart race. As time went on, my feelings for you deepened. I can't imagine days without you by my side. Can you understand this feeling?"

Alen's sudden heartfelt confession left me even more baffled.

What was he trying to achieve with these words? Were we going to repeat our previous conversations?

"Vivian, I can feel that you like me too. The bond between mates is undeniable," Alen continued, squeezing my hand tighter as I remained silent.

"I can't resist my love and desire for you. I just want to be with you. Whatever you think, I won't change my stance."

Now, Alen's hand completely enveloped mine, and his body temperature was conveyed to me as our hands interlocked.

I felt like I was enveloped by Alen, immersed in the gentle and overwhelming love.

The feeling, suffused with a rosy hue, made my mood exceptionally light. I recalled the pain and struggle from the previous period.

Although I still didn't quite understand what love really was, I knew that if I had to choose between those two emotions, I would choose the happiness I felt now.

"Vivian, can you say something?" Alen seemed a bit anxious while I was lost in thought. He shook my hand gently, urging, "What are you thinking?"

"Alen, I hope I can trust you." I sensed Alen's urgency, and I knew he was serious about me, which moved me deeply.

But recalling the scene from our last argument, I also felt a bit angry.

"I don't care if your fiancée is real or not. If you want to be with me, you can't have special relationships with other women. You can only have me!"

Upon hearing my words, Alen smiled. "I agree with you. If you're worried, I can mark you now."

"Mark? What does that mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"Marking means we're each other's unique mates. We'll never separate, and no one else can interfere with our relationship," Alen explained gently.

Marking had such a profound effect? It sounded good.

"Well then, let's mark each other!" I said without hesitation. "If we can, let's start now."

"Vivian, I'm glad you said that, but marking might hurt a little," Alen said, releasing my hand. The next moment, his hands wrapped around my back, holding me tightly.

He lowered his head and rested it on my shoulder. I could feel his Adam's apple rolling, and a soft, murmuring sound came from his chest.

I was just about to ask what he meant by "might hurt a little." Before I could say anything, Alen opened his mouth and deeply bit down on my neck.

Ouch, it hurt so much! I had never experienced such pain before!

The intense pain made me instinctively want to struggle. I reached out to push Alen away.

He felt my resistance and used all his strength to hold me in his arms, making it impossible for me to break free.

After the initial pain, I felt a rush of warmth in my neck. This warmth counteracted the pain, and my struggle weakened considerably.

At the same time, I noticed a change in Alen.

Originally, he had many wounds, most likely from thorn pricks. After marking me, his body continued to heat up, and his wounds healed rapidly. Now he appeared revitalized, as if he had never been injured.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but after the marking was complete, Alen finally let go of me.

He looked at his hands, realized that the wounds on his arms had disappeared, and touched his body to confirm that all his injuries had healed. Alen shouted happily, "Great, I'm healed, my strength is back!"

Seeing Alen so happy, my heartbeat quickened, as if I were influenced by his emotions.

And this influence was even more pronounced than when he held my hand earlier.

"Alen, after the marking is complete, can we sense each other's emotions?" I asked.

"That's right, after the marking is complete, we can sense each other's every emotion." After answering my question, Alen turned his head and looked into the depths of the forest. Suddenly, he had a thought, "Vivian, do you want to patrol the forest? I can take you on a forest patrol!" 1

"Huh?" I asked in confusion, "Why patrol the forest?"

"Of course, it's to celebrate the successful marking, to mark us as complete mates!" Alen said.

Hearing Alen's words, I became excited, and he felt my emotions.

Without waiting for my response, he transformed into a wolf and signaled with his eyes for me to ride on his back.

As a wolf, Alen was majestic and imposing. I climbed onto his back, wrapped my arms around his neck, and Alen howled as he started to run at his fastest speed.

Being able to patrol the forest with him made me incredibly happy!

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