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But to Mark, only if Harvey was strong enough would he be worthy of his time. That was why he did not mind much and simply pursued Harvey into the inner courtyard. His fist instantly extended toward where Harvey was. His attack was extremely sharp and powerful. Each of Mark's attacks gave an indescribable overwhelming presence. If any of his attacks landed, it might actually severely injure Harvey. When the two women next to Joven saw this attack, they clapped their hands and cheered for Mark, unable to hide their excitement. They would probably even wave flags to cheer for him if it was not because they were still mindful of what would happen.

“Shouldn't you be the one getting married instead? Since you've been the one receiving all the good favors in this family. Big Brother.” “Why, you whore.” Slap. The sound of that slap on his cheek echoed in the room. A red mark visible on William's cheek. His mouth tasted like metal. The painful sting made the tears burst out. “Oh, mom! You shouldn't leave any mark where it'll be visible,” Alex said with his hand on his mouth but it couldn't hide the huge grin on his face. “Don't worry," A woman standing beside William said, cleaning her hand with a handkerchief taken from her gown’s pocket. “It will be gone before the wedding.”

she says, pulling me into a hug. “And yours?” she says to Roman when she releases me. He isn’t wearing a shirt, so he leans forward giving his mother a closer look at his mark. “Perfect,” she says. I pull my hair into a ponytail and watch as the pack members look at my mark and grin. The feeling in the pack is happy and excited. Roman doesn’t push me as hard in training today, recognizing that I’m a bit sore after all of our activities yesterday and last night. Instead, he works on my form and how to stop giving my opponent ‘tells’ into the moves I’m about to make.

And when she did, he’d be ready. Mark grinned to himself, lifting the bottle in a mock toast to nobody. “Here’s to being a genius,” he muttered. He took another swig from the bottle, feeling the burn slide down his throat. His head was fuzzy. His hands were steady. That was the sweet spot. Drunk enough to be brave. Not drunk enough to pass out. He checked his watch. Almost noon. --------------- “Mark.” A voice broke through the parking lot, soft but in fear. Mark turned his head toward it. Looking confuse as hell

I need those nails sharp enough to leave marks on my back when I ruin you again* My thumb hits send and the message marks ‘delivered’ quicker than I thought.

Mark let out a cold, humorless laugh as he deftly evaded one of my strikes, responding with a quick and unexpected kick. The blow caught me off guard, sending me stumbling backwards, the impact sending shockwaves through my body. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I tried to catch my breath, and anger flared within me. Mark’s arrogance and cruelty fueled my determination to stop him. His taunting words were like daggers, each one pushing me to push back even harder. “You’re too late,” Mark sneered, spitting out his words, each one laced with blood. “The wheels are already turning.”

It was a while later when Matthew could be seen unbuckling his seatbelt as he asked, “…Did… Did we just hit someone, Mark?” “Maybe… Head down and have a look,” replied Mark in a calm tone. He didn’t do it himself since it’d be inconvenient if his status and identity were accidentally revealed… Regardless, Matthew was quick to follow Mark’s orders… but the second he realized who they had hit, his face scrunched up as he yelled, “I-It’s Miss Lockhart!” …What? Xavia? Completely forgetting about his previous worries, Mark rushed out… and shortly after, she was in his arms. Once they were back inside, he quickly asked, “She looks terrible…! What’s wrong with her?”

He snorted. All of a sudden, a sickening lurch. The tires shrieked in protest, biting hard into the asphalt as Mark slammed on the brakes. Our bodies lurched forward against the seatbelts, a cascade of forgotten items tumbling from the dashboard and seats as the car shuddered to a complete, jarring halt. "What was that?" My voice was sharp with alarm, my phone clattering to the floor. Mark’s heart was pounding. I could hear his loud heartbeat in my ears. "I really have no idea, your Majesty," he mumbled, his voice tight. "But I think… I think I hit something."

Mark was standing right up to the bag delivering short sharp punches into the middle of it, putting everything he had into each one using not just his arms but swinging his hips into them. Each punch sounded like a shot in the mostly deserted gym. Each was also followed by an animal like snarl as Mark struck the bag. As I got close enough I saw that his hands were wrapped in ace bandages and that there was blood soaking through them. I got to within a couple of feet of Mark and knowing better than to come right up and touch him said softly; "Mark?"

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?