Claimed But Never Marked Novels & Stories

one was able to answer. Amarah shook her head at the response she got, not believing what she has just heard. “No, I’m not!” She answered firmly. She looked at them, trying to project that she is not afraid of them. “I am not your mate! I’m already someone else’s.” “You are not yet mark!” One responded again. “Which means that you are still unclaimed.” “I’m not even a participator!” She insisted. “Meaning that I’m not entitled for any marking! Stay away from me!”

“If he really claimed you, you’d smell like him.” “I don’t want to smell like anyone!” “Yet,” my wolf said darkly. “Shut UP,” I snapped in my head. Zia nodded slowly. “Interesting. So, he hasn’t marked you.” “Marked me?!” “Or claimed you.” “CLAIMED—?!” “Oh my God,” I gasped out loud. “I am going to combust.” “Wait…” Zia suddenly said, like she just remembered a very important plot twist. “Oh shoot,” Raina added, her eyes going wide. “We forgot.”

“Make it up to me?” I looked at his panicked face and felt nothing but contempt. “Can you bring Lily back? Can you bring my baby back to life?” With every question, the color drained further from his face. “You wouldn’t even give me a final mark.” RRRIP— I tore open the collar of my dress, revealing my smooth, unmarked neck. The crowd gasped again. Mated for three years. And he never even gave me a real mark. Just a temporary claim that had long since vanished.

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

"In magical terms, a claim mark is a challenge. Whoever put it there is saying you belong to them. That they have the right to your power." My stomach turned. "That's creepy." "It's also dangerous. Claim marks can be used to track you. To influence your magic." His expression was serious. "We need to find a way to remove it." "How?" "I don't know yet. But I'll figure it out." We started walking again. My friends were waiting by the dorm entrance, all looking worried. "You okay?" Nova asked immediately. "Yeah. Just got lectured by the Headmaster and learned there's an ancient evil legacy possibly targeting me."

My wolf, Autumn, was struggling to come out and pounce on her while my cock nudged me in my trousers. Dominic flipped the contract over to her, and I watched as she went through it, her eyes widening at the words written on it. " Mate Bond?" She whispered and opened the contract to look through for a minute, only to let out a gasp in the next second, her head rising and her eyes growing wide. I knew she had seen what we had written, and to my astonishment, she started shaking her head sideways, obviously refuting our words. " N n no," She stuttered, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead.

They said your chances were basically zero. "Still... he keeps going back. Keeps sending search teams. Keeps finding nothing." I listened in silence, like she was telling me a story that had nothing to do with me. "Any," Caela said after a beat, "your posts and videos? They wrecked him. Total nightmare. The uploads exposed everything—his neglect, his betrayal. Obsidian Pack's elders are talking about stripping his Alpha heir title." I smiled, light and easy. No feeling. No regret.

“Now, they’re handsome men, I’ll grant you. But starting off with two Alphas at once? Pace yourself, child.” “We-we aren’t mates!” Zara protested. “What are you talking about? Child, I can see your mark on them as clear as day,” Tabitha said. “Mark?” Zara asked. I looked down at myself as though I expected there to be some visible sign of whatever Tabitha was talking about. Of course, I looked the same as I always did. “Your claiming mark,” Tabitha sai.d When Zara just stared at her blankly, Tabitha sighed.

“And that’s a promise. Unless you fall first.” I jerked back, heart pounding. “I won’t,” I hissed. “I have no reason to. I’ve already been marked by someone else.” I knew the words would cut deep, and they did. I saw it in the flicker of pain in his eyes before he masked it behind cold indifference. But I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to remind him—and myself—that my heart wasn’t his to claim. Not now. Not ever. Rex straightened, his face unreadable again, he reached for the contract still clutched in my hand and slowly tapped the page with one finger.

I asked her as she was standing beside me looking like she wanted to eat his face. “For now, and I agree, we don't want to advertise what we are doing. Is the whole pack here yet?” She looked up at me as she asked. “No, we still have just under half still coming, so, the potential for more is there unfortunately.” I growled at that idea. I saw the man in question look up and then turn and leave, obviously having gotten the message from Marcus.