Charlotte's POV

As if kissing him in my presence wasn't enough, she even cupped his face with both of her hands.

I couldn't tell how I felt; my heart broke. It isn't as though I was in love with Alex, so why was I feeling this way? Have I been deceiving myself all this while that I wasn't in love with him? Could this feeling of betrayal that washed over me still be because of the marking? Then screw this mark I have on me, because I hate this feeling.

I watched as Alex stared down at her without saying anything, and I could only imagine one thing as his...