All Chapters of My Alpha's Mark: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

KacieI throw my head back and cry. The metallic taste of Jake’s blood drips into my mouth. Everything wrong is right and everything right is wrong. I don’t know up from down and down from up. The one thing I know to be true is that Jake is dead. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. My soul mourns, my heart breaks, and my mind denies it. But there’s no denying what I see in front of me.I feel it in my soul, in my belly, and I wonder how I’ll be able to keep going without him. We had so much to say, so much to talk about. We didn’t have enough time, there hadn’t been enough time. We only just made up, we didn’t even get to tell him that we loved him as much as we loved each other. I didn’t get to say sorry for what I’d said when I was angry. I didn’t get the chance to say I didn’t mean any of it. I didn’t get to tell him that I didn’t care who biologically fathered the child because they would both be it’s dad. There was still so many things I needed to do with him. I thought I had mor

KacieThe three of us took a deep breath to steady ourselves and only when we thought we were okay did we exhale. We looked at each other, eyes bloodshot from tears, closed stained with blood, and hearts heavy. The three of us had all lost something, someone today, but the battle hadn’t been won yet. There was still more for us to do. I looked to them for strength as they looked to me. Only when we saw understanding reflected in the other’s eyes did we move back. Clara took a deep breath and swiped at the stray tears.“Let’s finish this,” Clara said.Her voice was raw with emotion and my heart wept for her and the shitty situation she was in. Even though I knew the pain it caused her, I needed Jade’s death more than I needed air in my lungs. She looked into my eyes and there was a surety there, determination. We would have revenge. We would get what we needed today. We would leave picking up the pieces for another day.“It’ll be easier from here on out,” Nyx promised. “Now that…” She

Kacie I cocked my head to the side as I stared at Charles. I fought the urge to look at Viktor. I didn’t want to draw the elders attention to my weakened mate. I needed his focus to remain on me. I needed it to stay this way. His words didn’t make sense. This was the first time I’ve seen him. “What are you to me? Why would I be a regret of a stranger?” I asked. “You were young when I dropped you off at Blood Moon,” Charles said. My steps faltered and my brow furrowed as I processed his words. How did he know about the Blood Moon pack? How did he know about Ken’s pack? The only answer I came up with caused my blood to run cold. This only meant one thing. “No,” I murmured. “Yes. Your mother had been a lying whore! I had thought it weird that the Moon Goddess had mated me to a human. I loved her as she loved me, or so I fucking thought. Once upon a time, I thought I could be happy and be a family man. But then… you happened. I’d loved you. I was proud to be your father… but that all

Charles yanked his arm back but I didn’t let go. I did the opposite, I dug my nails in as he pulled, my claws dug into his skin and ripped. Blood pooled and burned, he yanked again this time, ignoring the bite of my nails as they pierced deeper. He wrenched his arm free, or what was left of it. I could feel his skin under my claws, chunks of meat between my fingers, as he cried out in pain. I take a moment to enjoy my work. His once scorched pink skin had turned black, blood ran down his arm and dripped to the floor. Charles turned to glare at me, and for the first time since meeting him, fear stares back at me. He clutched his injured arm and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows nervously. Sweat pools on his temple and slides down his brow. I chuckle at this small victory. He must have thought that I would be an easy kill. The young girl he once knew died a long time ago. Did he think that his words would have weakened me? Did he think that his words would have an affect

KacieI’ll hurt you.I don’t want to hurt you.I don’t want to hurt him. I wouldn’t hurt him. The urge, no, the need to make sure I don’t hurt him runs through my veins as the idea of burning him strikes me hard in the chest. It’s like an ice cold bucket of water and I feel like I’ve jolted awake from a dream. The flames protest against my will as my mind refuses to hurt the man in front of me. For the first time since becoming aware I look at him. My eyes wander over black hair, a sharp jaw, and full lips. Dark tired eyes filled with worry stared down at me. My mate reaches for me a second time and this time I extinguish the flames with the flick of my wrist as realization dawned on me.My mate.He’s okay.He’s alive.If my mate is here than why am I so hurt?My does my heart bleed?I lean in toward him and his hand gently grazes over my cheek, his shoulders relaxed, and relief stared back at me. I was safe. I was in one piece. I had survived. If he hadn’t gotten my attention things