Invincible Mark's Mom Death Novels & Stories

my mom said "I understand why you wanted to protect me, Mom, but I want you to know that none of this was your fault. Alpha Mark was crazy and couldn't get over you. He even killed his own Mate. I don't blame you," I said, and my mom smiled. "Thanks, Sweetheart. I love you," My mom said as she hugged me. "I love you too," I replied, hugging her back. "What did I miss?" Justin asked as he walked into the kitchen

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that Mark was more than just a handsome stranger—he was a skilled investigator with a keen mind. "What are you doing here, Mark?" I asked, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil inside. Mark's expression turned serious, and he said, "I know about the LOAN you came to the bank for; how's your mother now?" He asked, and, facing my head downward, I know he must have missed her death since she isn't a celebrity mother. "She's dead." I spoke sternly, and he remained silent and felt embarrassed for asking me. "I'm so sorry for your loss." He said, I just came to say hello and know where you stay.

“Your mom said he would find you a dad?” “Mommy said that before, but I like Uncle Dean and Uncle Handsome. I want them to be my daddies.” Mark swallowed, his expression darkening even more with waves of chilling ripple in his eyes. He felt an unexplainable anger boiling inside him. Charlotte did not know what was going on in Mark’s head. She looked at Maria with tears in her eyes, her long eyelashes soaked in it. She looked so pitiful. “Call Mommy! I want to call Mommy!”

"What the hell is the matter with you? Our uncle is dead, and you nearly died." "Your mother is behind everything." "What?" He raises his voice and gives me and incredulous glare. "My mother?" "She is the Mark. She drugged me and blew up the fucking house. But she had help." I press the button and replay the video for him to see. He looks as astonished as me, and the blood drains from his face, leaving him sickly pale. Despite me pointing the gun at him, he moves to the laptop, shakes his head, and does the same thing I did by replaying the clip again and again.

Maybe to do what he was supposed to do before the ceremony. Mark and mate with her. I went and stood by the balcony. I fished my phone out from my pocket and made a call. “Yes, beta.” her voice came on the line. I said nothing and waited for her to give me a report. “Her mother is not doing well, sir. She has gone crazy.” I didn’t care about that; it was my plan when I left her with dead bodies for a week.

Emile mouthed requesting Chris to put the phone on speaker. “Eldest brother” Chris greeted as soon as Mark picked up the call. “Night Wing reported that mom has gone back to her hometown.” “Um” Not just Mark, all the brothers knew about their mom’s whereabouts. Chris: “Night Wing also mentioned that she was admitted to hospital.” Mark: “It’s nothing to worry about. She just became anxious watching Lenin’s interview. Pretend you don’t know.” Chris: “Um” Mark: “Anything else?” Chris: “Can we all meet at my place?”

I recede my aura as I see pain on my mother’s face from fighting back. “I”m sorry mom. What I said still stands Mark. I don’t need reports about what she is doing in her life. If she get’s attacked again let me know otherwise I’m leaving her in your charge. That’s an order.” “Yes all mighty alpha,” Mark says in sarcastic tone. He then goes out the front door and slams it as hard as he can. Geez he can be so dramatic sometimes. I turn to detective O’Neil. “Any news detective?”

“Is that where he is?” I nodded, because I had swallowed the question that I wanted to ask him. “She’s home, waiting for you to come see her,” He added, before he turned to the door, and walked towards the ward. I dropped at the bench, a bit devastated. I knew that I needed to talk with Mom, that I needed to know so many times concerning her, and everything that Mark said. And the way he talked about Mom. Something was up with it, and he wasn’t going to say it, until I talked with Mom to know exactly what was going on and why those people tried to kill me.

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.