Mark 5 Chapter Novels & Stories

I lifted my hand, and the same light was there. My mark was also glowing. As we were both about to climax, he put his hand over my mark, and I knew this was it. I put my hand on his chest in the same way he did mine and he threw his head back. The mark started appearing on his chest immediately. When he looked at me, I could see the love in his eyes. Lightning and immense pleasure ran through my body. I heard him grunt but it sounded so far away. I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were glowing purple. He looked at me in confusion. "Baby your eyes." "Yea yours to." I felt so tired and could barely make out anything else that he was saying before the blackness took over.

He borrowed a servant's phone to call me. The call had barely connected when a scowling Frendo, his face equally stormy, snatched the phone. "Lena! Have you thrown enough of a tantrum yet? Lily has already forgiven you. George and I are willing to forgive your jealousy and mistakes too. Isn't that enough? "Come home right now. Otherwise, the Marking Ceremony and the banquet…" "The Marking Ceremony ended the moment you turned your back on me. We're done, Frendo." I cut him off coldly and, without hesitation, tossed the phone into the lake beside the villa.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

He shook his head at her not to touch him. “Are you okay?” She asked looking around nervously. “Shh… I’m okay. You?” “I’m fine.” She lied. She was so not fine. “What the fuck is going on?” He asked her indicating to the mark that he had given her. “He… He wants to show them who is the boss… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.” It so mattered. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Lilli…” “It’s okay…” “I am going to get you out…”

A twitchy, unnatural motion that sent a shiver crawling up my spine. “The Goddess came back, Luna. She burned the traitors. She marked the loyal.” He spread his arms, showing his chest - the mark burned deep into his flesh. The crescent. The claw. The same symbol scorched into the gates. Rafe took a half-step forward, his tone low and lethal. “She didn’t do this.” Aldric’s eyes flicked back to me. “She called you, too, didn’t she? You feel her in your blood.”

Warning: Before you read this chapter, please be aware that it contains sensitive content involving human slaughter and ruthlessness. Feel free to skip this chapter if you think it might trigger you. Thank you. ____ Later that afternoon, Mark stood in the dim, cold room that reeked of blood and human organs. His injuries were far from healed, but he still intended to carry out Luis’s instructions. He was currently pulling on his thick black gloves while two of his men - Luke and Connor, stood beside him, ready to assist.

⸻ Chapter 5 — The Mark The morning after Aunt Dee’s dinner, I woke up drenched in sweat. My sheets clung to me like they were trying to keep me from leaving. The air was thick with the smell of cedar and smoke — Malik’s scent — even though I didn’t see him anywhere. For the first time in weeks, my room was quiet. Too quiet. I stumbled into the bathroom, flipped on the light — and froze. There, running from my collarbone down to my ribs, was a black mark. Not ink. Not bruise. It shimmered faintly under the light, twisting like smoke trapped beneath my skin.

Her mate. She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering against the sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows. As her mind cleared, a heat crawled up her neck, a blush fueled by the memories of the night before. She was tucked into a massive bed, dressed in a silk white nightgown she didn't recognize. ‘He must have changed me,’ she thought, a small, secret smile tugging at her lips. She reached up, her fingers tracing the raised, sensitive skin on her shoulder. The mark. It was real. A surge of triumph filled her; she wouldn't have to marry the man her father had chosen. She had an Alpha now. She had a mate.