Anissa Rapes Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help the muffled sobs I let out. The 17th day was what almost broke me. Silas had come and raped me again, trying to mark me over Zane’s mark, again. I had been whipped and beaten a few times in between, but it was this particular night I felt true pain, heartbreak, and betrayal.

After Abeni had left the room, Dmitry closed his eyes, savoring the memory of her scent and the warmth of her skin against his. His phone rang, startling him from his thoughts. It was one of his men, informing him that they had apprehended Mark. The anger that had been simmering beneath his calm exterior flared up. Mark had tried to rape Abeni, and for that, he would pay dearly.

A hand lands on my shoulder and I take a breath and place my hand over my uncle Gianni’s as he squeezes my shoulder, telling me he is there for me. “I was kidnapped and raped. The men who raped me had no discerning marks apart from one who had a tattoo on his arm.” Marco slides the file across the table and Savage grabs it opening the file and his eyebrows furrow as his father looks from the picture and up to me as Savage hands the file to his men and I give them all time to see what is inside and each of them looks at me with sadness and some with rage in their eyes. “I was raped by the Vipers MC. I believe their pres is your whore’s adopted father, yes?” I say, pointing at Savage and he no

He raised the boot again and delivered a direct kick to my mouth, splitting my lower lip, forcing me to recline my head against the pavement, completely immobilized. I shifted my gaze agonizadamente toward the silk bed; I couldn't allow this goddamn animal to keep Ivy. That goddamn synthetic beast would hurt her as soon as he had my female in his hands. However, in that moment of absolute humiliation, Mark leaned over me, placed the sole of his military boot directly over the fingers of my left hand, and pressed hard, seeking to crush my bones against the marble.

"And haven't I told you to call me Alpha? Do I look like a common pack leader to you, Marcus? I am the man who makes pack leaders." Before he could strike the man again, the private phone on the side table began to vibrate. It was the "Black Line"—the one only used for catastrophic breaches. Jacob snatched it up. "Speak." "Sir..." a panicked male voice stammered on the other end, "The... the World Pack News. It’s Lucien. There’s a photo. He’s with a woman—a rogue, sir. The Council is in an uproar. It’s an affair. A blatant violation of the Status Bond with Miss Amy."

I noticed that the only respite she got was when Nicolas would touch her, but this only scared her more. The more I see, the angrier both Arthur and I get. Just as I am about to pull back out of her dream, she moves on to the last week and the few days she was within the Lupin Nightstalkers pack. No one but Randall and Candace knew she was there, and the way Randall used the mate and slave mark to convince Annalise to allow him to use her body made me want to throw up. To take such advantage of something so sacred was appalling.

Her words started breaking. "The day when her mother died and that 15 years old little girl Inessa ,who was crying for her mother . She came to live with her aunt Rein in her house after her mother's funeral and that day, " Mirana exhaled a sharp painful breath. "That bastard Martin Lovato tried to rape Inessa in her that vulnerable state , " His nails got digged inside his palms aggressively processing her those words. "That 15 years old girl was mourning over her mother's death but that fucking monster, he tried to force her and just stopped because Inessa was on her period, "

“Please. Where is she?” Mark looked up slowly. His face was pale, drawn. “She’s... with someone. A man.” Alissa recoiled. “What?” “It’s complicated,” he said, voice shaking. “We owed money. We were desperate. Vanessa made the arrangements. I—I didn’t know how bad it would be.” Vanessa’s eyes blazed. “Don’t you dare put this on me.” “You sold her,” Alissa whispered, horror dawning on her face. “You gave her away to pay a debt?”

But he didn’t move. The brand pressed against my skin. Agony tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat so raw it felt like my soul was burning. The mark seared into my flesh, black veins spreading out like fire through my body. My vision went white. My body arched, trembling violently. When they pulled the brand away, I collapsed onto the altar, shaking, gasping for air. The pain was everywhere, crawling under my skin, pulsing through my blood. The mark. Permanent.

Mark makes a sound like he’s choking on glass. “I fucked her deep, Mark,” I say, pausing right in front of him, still naked, still gleaming with her. “So deep she didn’t even remember your name. She begged me to keep going. Said she was mine. Over and over. While your pathetic memory bled out and died between her thighs.” “Shut your fucking mouth!” he spits, trying again to lunge. Mason slams him back harder, his voice still deadpan. “Might wanna stop, or I’ll let him keep talking.”