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My lips invaded her neck hungrily and she gasped in shock when my fangs nipped her drawing blood. There was something different about her...she made me feel things I've only felt when I was with Hestia. Our eyes locked in a frenzy when I realized what I had done. Two dots were on her neck. she smirked at me. I marked her. And it wasn't just an ordinary mark. I had made her mine and it means that Galen can't have her anymore. I thrusted into her and her lips parted softly and I watched her eagerness. "You're mine now."

That has been used against me in the past and it didn't make any difference. Damien could sense what Mark was looking for and he decided that even if Elena wanted to call this human a friend, this friend would try to kill him if he thought he needed to. Damien paused for a second, contemplating whether to tell Mark of his ability to survive just about any wound. Yes, I need to make sure Mark doesn't think he can kill me, so he will stop planning on how to do it. Mark, I can heal from any wound. Do you understand that? I am immortal.

He had to go, but not before glancing disdainfully at Angel. The hallway offered only one escape route to the infirmary. Evan eyed them suspiciously. He took lingering glances, becoming convinced of his uncle's deceptive tactics. Mark had no option but to lift Angel from the ground and carry her in his arms. Despite his reluctance, he could feel Evan's eyes scrutinizing his actions. His hands instinctively found their place on Angel's thighs, eliciting a slight flinch from her as a gentle sensation traveled through her body. Her grasp tightened, making it inevitable for Mark not to make physical contact with her.

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”

I tell him. “Oh,” Mark looks at me. “Two hours in the mornings and another at night. Vanity is strong with this one.” “Thank you, Yoda,” Ty rolls his eyes. “Enjoy him, I do,” Mark says into Ty’s neck making Ty moan. “Lick his mark, I might.” “YO!” Victor says at the two of them. “You are in a very public space with your friends. Not even Evander and Marcella get that hot.” “We do, just not around you all,” I tell them.

*Chuckle* Aren't you one wicked angel! But Mark again thinks of the things that Blake had to go through because of him. It isn’t that Blake is completely unharmed. His life has been tainted by him. Blake is hurt emotionally so much so that he is even willing to trust him even when he has learned that he is legally dead. He hurt Blake more than he thought because Blake is willing to be in the dark about who he is just so that Mark would still stay with him, not even questioning him once. It is unfair to Blake to live like this, in constant fear that he might abandon him again. Blake might even live in that constant fear throughout his life. He slowly leans forward and gives a light kiss on Bl

Mark rolled his eyes, pouting, “Cheated me with that damn stupid trick. Oh yeah, what a magnificent feat.” “So you think you’ll be better than me when you’re the one to take her back to her room?” Ivor was sarcastic. “All right, all right, we’re all the same,” Mark said and rolled his eyes. “No, Mark, do I look like someone who would have sex with a drunk?” Ivor tucked himself together, looking at Mark with a sharp gaze. “Don’t say I didn’t remind you not to look at my assistant with that lewd look.” “Come on, she looks gorgeous and charming. If my fiancé were her, I wouldn’t hesitate to ask her to marry me. There won’t be a man who can resist that sweet temptation,” Mark pouted. “Plus, I’ll

Caitlyn's POV Listening to the bursts of cheers outside, I cautiously maneuvered my injured body through the gaps in the ruins, moving slowly and quietly. Fandom, sporting a smirk, appeared fully absorbed in the euphoria of victory and remained oblivious to my escape. However, as the cheering subsided, his demeanor shifted, his expression gradually contorting into a frown. "Descend a couple of levels and investigate. She couldn't have gone down that easily," Fandom commanded, his tone betraying a sense of suspicion.

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

She finished telling them, hoping they wouldn’t mind her listening more than normal. Looking between the two of them, Cordovia smiled lightly. Amaria was already nodding, as she smiled brightly. “I don’t care. As long as we can be friends? Plus, you’re gonna need me around.” She explained, as she giggled softly. Cordovia nodded, then looked at Nikolias, who was smiling to himself. He was slightly mysterious to her, but she wanted to find out more. And why he too held a similar mark to her. It was time she asked her father about the marks. But she knew he was a busy man. Since he didn’t bring her to school himself. Sighing, the girl turned around and headed for the main building. She was read