Claimed But Never Marked Novels & Stories

Drayven's expression changed. “The mark belongs to one of those ancient bloodlines.” Her heart began to pound. “You said it wasn't a curse.” “It isn't.” “Then what is it?” “A claim.” The word sent a chill through her. “A claim?” “A mark placed upon someone who carries something valuable enough that an ancient bloodline was sworn to protect them.” Orlena stared at him. “And you expect me to believe that?” “I didn't expect you to believe anything.” “Then why tell me now?”

Tears spill down her face. "I thought you remembered. It was the most special night of my life. I gave you my maidenhood." My wolf has been howling about Peyton for days. For this, he doesn't even lift his head. Emerson turns on me. "You put a pup in my sister while you're still married? She's unmarked, Whelan. An unmarked Roth, carrying a married Alpha's pup. Do you know what they'll call her?" "Keep your voice down. My marriage is over. It was never about love. My grandfather ordered it to keep the Elders quiet.”

Elara Silvermoon has spent her entire life being overlooked, mocked, and reminded that she will never be enough. Then one reckless night changes everything. After a drunken encounter with Darius Blackthorn—the arrogant, powerful Alpha heir who has always treated her with contempt—Elara discovers she is pregnant with his pup. Forced by their powerful families to become his mate, she dreams of building a family with the man she secretly loves. But Darius wants nothing to do with her. While Elara endures whispers, humiliation, and his endless rejection, Darius continues living like the untouchable playboy he has always been. Then tragedy strikes, and Elara loses the one thing that b

If the marking belonged to a particular pack, then something in those records might click. All I needed was access and I knew exactly how I was going to get it. “Allistar, please tell me you love me.” He looked up from the bench he was sitting and dropped his book. He massaged his temple with two fingers and cussed. Allistar hated being distracted when he was reading but I was special after all. “That depends. Have you finally decided to marry me?” He grinned mischievously. “Don’t make me regret finding you.” His grin widened. “You found me because you needed something. That’s usually how our relationship works.”

'I got this' I assured him. "Would you like to tell me about your mate?" I asked changing the topic. "What has that got to do with this?" He asked. "Is she tall and beautiful? Dark haired? kind and sweet?" I teased him waiting for a reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He struggled to break free from the chain but it only burned him more. Something told me it was silver. "She is dead" he lied. In the book I was reading when the mate of a mated wolf dies the mate mark begins to slowly fade. But his was still burning.

He maintained a poker face as he asked the strange question. Lilith didn't know what he had talked about, what concerns marking with intimacy? Isaac understood the reason for her questioning look, she was oblivious about stuff like that. But he couldn't blame her, James refused to expose her to the world, thereby making her oblivious about a lot of things. " To mark someone is extremely painful except if both parties are to be intimate. So tell me, do you want to experience the pain or not?" Isaac said again. He was getting annoyed by her question.

Dani swallowed, trying not to think hard about what Lars had just said, or about her mate's reaction. The past was the past, she told herself, taking a slow, deep breath and staring straight ahead at the road and the forest that stretched away before them, as far as the eye could see. And as Lars had said last night, she was his mate. He had claimed her and for the rest of her life she would wear his mark just above her collar bone.

However, there have been a lot of activities going on that made the ceremony delay for some time. Even though I had this in my mind. I was a little scared, and annoyed. He should have marked me. I don't know what Alpha Toot has planned, but it seemed me being unmarked is giving him some kind of leverage. It was troubling to have that in mind. What could he possibly do to me now that I was unmarked, and he had confirmed it? I wished I had lied to him. Maybe I should have told him that I was marked, but it faded. Would that not even give the same reaction and was it possible it fades?

Cole suddenly stands up from his chair sliding across the floor and gaining everyone’s undivided attention. “What you think that because I claimed you and you’re a virgin that it makes you special. That hole better be gold plated if you act like you are so much better than anyone else. Who I sleep with has nothing to do with you. Maybe if you weren’t such a prude, you would have already had a boyfriend and lost that oh so precious virginity of yours.” He sighs and continues. “I release my claim have at it boys.” “You have said claim two times in different conversations, what in the hell are you talking about?” I scream before he can walk away without telling me the truth for once.

I shivered at the memory and reached up to my neck where my mark was. Or should have been! I jumped out of bed, wincing at the pain, and ran into the bathroom. The auto lights came on and it took a second for my eyes to adjust. I searched my neck in the mirror for the sign that I had been claimed, half thinking that I needed to do my claiming right back. But there was nothing there. My skin looked completely clear, like there hadn’t been a set of Alpha canines piercing it not long ago. “What the hell?” I was confused. The claiming mark didn’t fade. It heals of course, but it left a mark, a pattern that was unique to the marking party. But nothing!