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"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

“It took us less than three full conversations for you to spread your legs for me, and you have been clinging to him of late, so are you f*cking him? Is that why I make you feel like sh*t?” “Hah…so, this is…the real ‘Marko’.” I scoff. “What a relief.” I thought I was missing out.

Anger and embarassment both were felt in his voice. "Ok.....Ok.....I am not laughing." Aaron looked at him and again started to laugh. Mark was now getting irritated by his continuous laugh. "I have got hurt on my forehead but my hands and legs are perfectly fine. If you don't want to break off your teeths, then stop laughing." "Dude, I am just kidding. Why are you being serious. I still can't believe that great bussinessman Mark Levisey can do something like this to a girl."

Mark joked, winking. “Eww no thanks, I've seen enough of you when we were children,” Matt laughed. “Sure you wouldnt,” Mark wiggled his eyebrows, “why dont I give you your first strip show, before you become a mated man,” He said, pretending to rip his shirt off and posing on the bed as he attempted to put a seductive look on his face. “You look like youre drunk,” Matt laughed, “as interesting as that sounds, im not here for a lap dance,” he joked.

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

AJ… The fucker branded her. It was red and raw and looked like it was going to become infected but the AJ was so prominent… It was a scar she was to wear for the rest of her life. He made it so the world now understood that she was his… Sick fucker that he was… She would forever remember AJ now… Not that he was easy to forget. Lillianna did not see AJ again until later that night. The men had left and it was only the ladies. “So you are like a cow… They mark cows right?” Sally was being a complete bitch to her. Marla and Britney laughed. Lillianna for the life of her could not understand how anybody could be so cruel.

I am determined to keep any irrelevant person where they belong, out of my life. “That is the spirit. You would need some beer to get by. Just give me a minute.” He attempted to get up and ended up with his feet tangled causing him to fall flat on his face. Our eyes met and he caught the mischief in mine. “Fuck you, Mark.” I couldn’t even return the gesture and ended up cackling crazily.

I started. Mark laughed loudly, his grin almost boyish. "Wow. For a vixen like you, it’s surprising that you’re scared of beer." I rolled my eyes but smiled despite myself. "Fine," I muttered before downing the drink in one go. The bitter liquid burned my throat, and I coughed, grimacing. Mark chuckled. "Easy, tiger. I was messing with you." He poured another drink, and we sat in silence, sipping and listening to the distant rumble of thunder.

Alex stared at Mark, his mouth open in disbelief. He let out a short laugh, trying to play it cool. “You’re joking right?” he asked in that funny tone, like it was all some big prank between guys. His eyes darted around the room, hoping for a punchline.

I said. “Oh, we started that rumor,” Mark said. “Told ’em you were short on funds to throw a party.” “What?” Alan asked incredulously whilst he tried not to laugh. Yeah, it was clearly amusing to him. “Sorry, but it was just too much fun.” Mark laughed. “You’re an asshole, no wonder Dr.Merch’s sleeping with you.” I fired back. “What?” “Yeah, she’s weak for assholes,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.