Bite Marks Jenika Snow Novels & Stories

"Is that... normal? The scent thing?" "Completely normal," Brent assured me, though his eyes were dark with possessive satisfaction. "It's nature's way of warning other wolves that you're taken. Protected." I slid out of bed, my legs slightly unsteady as I made my way to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror made me gasp, four distinct bite marks decorated my neck, each one swollen and tender but already beginning to heal. My lips were kiss-swollen, my hair mussed, and there was something different in my eyes. Confidence, maybe. Or purpose.

"So I hit him with a vase." Dominic touched his forehead and his fingers came away red. "You assaulted me." "You grabbed me," Emma shot back. "That's self-defense." Luca moved past me suddenly and grabbed Dominic by the collar, slamming him against the wall hard enough to make the picture frames rattle. "You put your hands on her?" Luca said quietly, and the threat in his voice made even me nervous. "Let him go," I said, even though part of me wanted to watch Luca hurt him.

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

I was surprised she didn’t ask any of the crowd gathered in her room to leave while she worked but then again, I wasn’t sure she had the strength to tell all of these people to leave their Lycan King’s side when he was like this. Yeti found a seat for us and placed it close to Alpha Dale’s bed so we could watch as Janine worked. His injuries were deep and from the unsightly blackness write his skin, we knew wherever injured him was laced with Wolfsbane. One more strike for Derrick. He shouldn’t have done this, he shouldn’t have touched something that belonged to me. Now I had no choice but to retaliate and he sure as hell wouldn’t like what was coming.

The creature let out a yelp of pain and scrambled to its feet, retreating into the shadows. Jenric stood slowly, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the retreating creature. “What were you thinking?” he barked, his face flushed with anger. “You could’ve been killed!” Kira didn’t flinch at his words. She stood tall, her posture defiant. “I found something,” she said, pointing toward the stones. Jenric’s gaze followed her hand, his anger giving way to a more focused curiosity. He walked toward the cluster of stones, crouching to inspect the markings. “These…” He ran his fingers over the surfaces, frowning. “This isn’t natural.”

In the next moment, she used his momentum to flip him, slamming him hard into the snow. Back and forth, it was pure, primal wolf combat. Yuna showed no mercy. She tore into the old wound on his shoulder, raked across his side, driving him step by step to the edge of the snowfield. It wasn't just anger. It was the full reckoning of every pain and grudge—the fall from the cliff, the scent of silver in the basement, crawling out of the fire on her own. Finally, Yuna leaped and sank her teeth into the flesh near Damon's old marking, pinning him flat against the snow.

Then, soft, but firm– Snow's voice echoed within her. "Come back to yourself, Aria. You are making things harder on our mate. Stop scaring the poor soul. The mark… it's useless, so you have nothing to worry about Aria’s eyes widened. "What? Snow, what do you mean by that?" "I sensed he was going to mark you," Snow explained gently. "So I hid… deep in the space I created when we I was first locked out– after the rejection. His mark couldn’t reach me there. It has no anchor. No bond. It’ll fade in moments."

She had a smile on her face, moving close to me. “I asked him to fix this place up but he ignored me till you came. I guess you do bring colour to the pack,” she expressed, and when I didn't say a thing, she sighed. “I'm sorry about yesterday. It's just that you were asking so many questions and some things are too complicated for you to understand. I know you want to understand the mystery of the white wolf.” She sighed. It was there she got my attention. “Well it's a Lycan royal symbol.” She expressed. “A symbol of power,” she continued, and then smiled. “Doesn’t really matter though. It's not that relevant to me anyways,” she concluded, and then touched my shoulders. “Enjoy your new garde

“NOOOOOOOO! Motherf*cker! You are done taking from us!” Jena comes out of nowhere, claws extended from her hands, slicing at his neck. Again and again and again. She is rabid in her efforts, but he hasn’t released me yet. I still can’t breathe, but I am so proud of her. She is closing this chapter finally. He is trying to hold the wounds on his neck closed, while continuing to hold me down. He’s losing this fight. I know it, he knows it, she knows it.

"Anytime this evening, Lily Jenkins – the one you know as Snow, will be poisoned through food or drink. Or her allergic reaction to a food item will be triggered. She will probably die or survive or manage to escape this tragedy depending on you" "We already have suspicions that someone is out to get rid of Snow. So we should take text messages like this seriously Cody. Don't forget that." Right after Sam spoke, we heard a noise from the living room. We rush to the living room and find Snow collapsed on the floor. There are tiny red spots on her skin, looking like a rashes and she's barely breathing. "Call an ambulance Sam. Call an ambulance!" I order.