Invincible Mark's Mom Death Novels & Stories

“And what about his mom, huh?” I snap, narrowing my eyes at Mark. “Your mother is the reason Lucas didn’t grow up with his. She fucking died…because of all the pain Alpha Marcus and your mother put her through.” Mark flinches like I just slapped him. “Aria, I’m sorry,” he mutters, his eyes practically begging me to listen. But nah. Not happening. Lucas is my mate. My man. There’s no fucking way I’d ever do anything to betray him.

The thought of his daughter being taken by that man filled him with an uncontrollable rage. Suddenly, Mandy’s phone rang again. Dwight picked it up and put it on speaker. The voice on the other end was sharp and sorrowful. It was Uncle Mark. “Thank you, Mandy,” Uncle Mark began, his voice laced with bitterness. “Thank you for sending my children to jail and for finally killing my father.” Dwight’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened to Grandpa Benson?” he asked, his voice thunderous. “He died,” Uncle Mark stuttered, barely able to get the words out. “He had a stroke. He’s gone.”

My mom’s hand covered her mouth in disbelief. “Not anymore. I killed him.” “You what?” Draconian shouted. “I shifted and ripped his throat out.” “Oh my goddess! Sasha are you ok?” Draconian reached an arm around my shoulder. “I’m ok. I survived that, but then Blake marked me.” “Nooo!” My mom nearly fainted this time. “Don’t worry, we aren’t mates either. I rejected him and... kind of... died.” “What?” My mom engulfed me in a tight hug. “Baby, please tell me your ok now.”

“Oh, babe. I’m sorry.” She nodded quietly, accepting his comfort. “Mom died in the fire, but Dad lived for two days after. He was in so much pain, Mark, and he was so badly burned, but he was strong. It was… it was a relief when he finally went. You know? It was peace for him, at last.” “You were there?” “When he died? Yes. I was holding his hand.” She paused. “Well, I was holding a thick bandage, with his hand underneath it.”

She will stand by her daughter to the end and Mark won’t let her loyalty waver. “No……take me instead. I don’t want anything to happen to my mother. Mommy, weren’t you the one who said that you won’t die that easily? Please don’t give up on us. I love you so much, you don’t know how it breaks my heart to hear you say those words.” Susan cried so hard that Ethan felt for her. If Mark knew what he was going to do to him, he wouldn’t have dared to make his woman cry. Didn’t he already know that he was vengeful? Why wouldn’t he just keep off and mind his own business?

I snatched the phone from his hand and tried to shut the video off, but he yanked it back fast. “Ah, ah,” he said, wagging a finger. “It’s already backed up. Online. Folder’s locked, but... you really want to test me, Vixen?” “Stop calling me that.” My voice dropped to a warning. “You know, Elisha never mentioned his mom used to be a headliner,” Mark went on like I hadn’t spoken. “Shame, really. Your name was on the damn posters. You were hot back then. You’re still hot.”

he whispers back. There is a knock at his door, and I go to move but he holds me in place. “Come in,” Victor says in a deep voice. “Hey, Bro,” Mark comes in with Tyson. “How did you manage not to get shot?” Victor asks. Mark laughs. “No idea, but me and Ty are ok.” “I get shot twice, Wesley three times, but you not at all,” Victor shakes his head. “You staying for Dad’s funeral?” “Yeah, I know she is technically not my mother, but if you want to let Abby get away from here, Alpha Martin offered her a place,” Mark tells us.

Mark's mother recognized him as the Alpha of Red rose pack and the second mate of Phoebe. Alpha Kingston yelled; “Where is Sasha?” “Sasha hasn't returned home in a long while and I have been alone since then, but why are you searching for her?” Alpha Kingston ignored her, and he searched the inner rooms for Sasha, but there was no one. “I told you that there was nobody apart from me in this house,” Mark's mother said. She was angry inside and had the urge to kill Alpha Kingston, but there was no strength. She wasn't as agile as she used to be, she practically looked older than her age, and her strength was failing her.

But who could be so important to him that he’d risk everything—his life, his family, and his legacy—to protect them? Mark’s gaze flickered briefly, but just for a moment. “You saw it yourself back then. Your mother died right in front of you. The fatal wound was on her neck. It was a clean strike from the front. The person holding the blade wore a black mask. “Think back carefully. Wasn’t their height about the same as mine?” Suzy’s eyes swept over Mark, sizing him up. His height did match her memory of the masked figure, and the details he described aligned perfectly with what she remembered. But so what?

He eyed me suspiciously for a while then he asked, "Then where's my biological mom?" I smirked, "Your real mom is dead, that's why I could be your stepmother." I haven't been able to contact Rose since Mark got admitted and she clearly hadn't tried to reach out to me or come to see her son. I mentally shrugged, it was almost as if she were dead anyway. Mark's gaze was on the hospital's bedsheet as he looked to be processing my response to his question. Suddenly, the door burst open and there was a shout, "I'm not dead!"