Anissa And Mark Chapter Novels & Stories

And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it. The chatter grew louder. Someone shouted, “She’s a whore! Getting herself mark her like that?” Another voice joined in. “Abominstion! You don’t get marked before you’re mated. What kind of girl does that?” I turned back around, face hot with shame. My legs felt like jelly. I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Cassandra stood there with her arms crossed, smirking like she’d just won the biggest prize ever and Dad looked like he might explode. His face was red, jaw tight.

While they kissed, she felt Elias's hands on her ankles, slowly sliding up her calves. "Stop," she said, breaking the kiss with Mark. Elias froze. "Mark, sit on the edge of the bed." Mark sat, his legs spread, his erection straining against his trousers. "Elias," Anna said, turning to the other man. "Get on your knees and crawl to my husband. Take out his cock."

I had just reached the bottom of the staircase when I saw Edmund sitting arrogantly in the seat of honor. Several bodyguards stood behind him. When he saw the wedding gown I was in, he froze for a moment. He then frowned. "What are you dressed like that for? Are you that eager to get marked by me?" I stopped walking. "Edmund, today is my marking ceremony. Please leave." He scoffed and stood up. "Marking ceremony? With who? That lunatic?" He pointed at the door. "Florence, the Norfolk Pack will arrive in thirty minutes. If you come with me right now and agree to be my mistress, I'll take you with me. Otherwise–"

*** Mark *** Mark did not hear the first two knocks. He was lost in a world of he and Solana. In this world, his hands and tongue explored every inch of her while she moaned his name again and again. He was doing all kinds of things to her and she was returning the favor. Oh, how she lifted her hips to receive every thrust. In his mind, Mark rode her snug, slick depth to unimaginable heights until he could climb no further. He felt himself free-falling back to reality when he heard the knock.

I was still the librarian. But as I looked at Mark, I knew the sequel to this night was going to be much, much longer than a single chapter. "So," I said, my voice finally returning, though it was still a bit husky. "What happens in Chapter Two?" Mark laughed, a deep, rich sound, and leaned in to kiss me again. "Chapter Two involves me taking you back to my place. But first..." He glanced toward the dark windows, then back at me. "I think I heard someone at the front door."

Eva flashed a small smile. “Got it!” Nish responded and took Suzy with her to the long corridor direction. Eva breathed out in relief when she soon noticed the washroom door open and Mark got inside carrying a sexy mischievous smile on his face. “Do you like my surprise?” He teasingly questioned. To which, she squeezed her eyes in fake anger, “Not at all!” she crossed her arms. Mark bit his lower lips not to laugh and the next moment took steps towards her, “Your friends are gone. Then why now anger?”

Daniella asked tapping her chin. "Nope, I haven't." She sighed. "Oh well, let's see how it all goes." Anne said and none of them said a word afterwards. Mark stood mouth agape as Korina filled him in on the details of the wedding. "Bitch, you have got to be kidding me." He scoffed, "The Korina I know would never do that even on a life and death point." "Oh shut up Mark." She frowned. "We both know I'm saying the truth, " He told her and she sighed, "What got into you to do something like that?"

The air shifted, the whispers starting like wind threading through grass, low and curious at first, then rising. “Did you see that?” “Zane was already out… he beat Alisa, too.” “No way, that’s impossible…” “The half-blood?” “First Alisa, now Mark…” Mark’s head twitched slightly, the whispers pricking his pride like needles. He stood taller, forcing that mask of arrogance, but I could see it, the tension in his shoulders, the way his teeth ground behind his tight jaw. He was bleeding humiliation, even if no one else noticed. But they did. The whispers only grew louder.

I leaned carefully to see my Aunt and Joanna. “I looked everywhere for it, didn't find any,” My aunt responded, her tone was as low as she could get it. “I don't think she has a mark. So I don't think there's a need to bring her into the life, the life that her father fought to keep her out of,” “The girl deserves to know. She's still going to have questions because with or without the mark, the blood is in her vein,” Joanna retorted sharply. I figured I had heard enough and it was clearly a conversation I shouldn't be caught listening to. I backed away slowly but my back bumped into someone.

Perhaps this was my greatest punishment—spending the rest of my life remembering someone I had neglected when they were still around. That night, I had a dream. In the dream, Emma and I were having a mating ceremony. She wore a beautiful white dress as she smiled at me. I hugged her tightly, wanting to bite her neck. "James, what are you doing?" "I'm going to mark you!" I shouted. This time, I was determined to hold her tight and never let go. Just as I bit down, I noticed someone else's mark on her neck. I woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat.