Mark 6 Niv Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sacred light of the Moon Goddess altar bathed me in silver as I stood there, the pack's recognized Luna. My gown shimmered with moonstones, and I waited for Alpha Joshua Ford to complete the marking. "Joshua, do you swear to take Nicole as your mate, to stand by her side for all your days?" The priest's voice was solemn and reverent. Joshua opened his mouth to answer, but then his gaze snapped to his phone. His face went pale in an instant.

My knees shook, but the sheer fear of what those elders might decide drove me forward. I couldn't just sit here like a prize pig waiting to be bartered away. "I’m coming with you,” I added. Zoriven stopped dead in his tracks, his back muscles flexing hard as he took a deep, centering breath. When he turned his head to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes were completely different from the pair of eyes that held me in place last night. They were slated with two rings of glowing, golden fire that made Naryvex whine anxiously inside my mind.

"Beta Chris, you should take her home before her wound gets infected." Chris' expression darkened. He seemed confused by my indifference—and displeased by my choice of words. I never called him "Beta Chris" before. His brows furrowed, and he instinctively tightened his arms around Kaia. Just before leaving, he turned back and said, "You've had a long day too. Get some rest."

She looks peaceful in repose, not at all like the fiery woman who called me a filthy bastard. I am not surprised Mark kept her so closely guarded. Contrary to what she believes, we do not make a habit of targeting women. We have one rule, we do not harm women and children . He watched our step mother die in the streets. He said he would be damned if it happened to another woman on his watch. Anyone who targets a woman dies bloody. Mark changed that.

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

ARYA’S POV "Marco, are you sure this is the right place?” Christabel asked, trying to look over me to the window and I chuckled, helping her onto my lap. "It is! I promise, this time it's the right one," Marco said, tapping furiously on his phone. “At least, that’s what the GPS is saying.” Matteo's looked at us through the rearview mirror, and I didn’t miss the look of irritation on his face. His jaw was tight as he checked his watch again. The other guard beside him looked equally unimpressed.

Three slashes. Then I looked at Gage. When he turned his head, his collar shifted and I caught the edge of ink at his throat. Same mark. I set the folder down carefully. “What is that?” Gage’s eyes narrowed. “What?” “The crescent with the three slashes,” I said. “It’s in your paperwork. It’s on your bodies. That’s not decoration.” Mason took a step forward, bristling. “Don’t talk about our ink.” Gage lifted a hand without looking at him. Mason stopped. Alpha control, clean and automatic. “It’s our pack mark. Most of us all have it. Should raise no alarm to see it in our files.”

I make sure to throw every bit of my hatred for the man behind his title. I see the driver glance back at us in the rearview mirror. I can see the beads of sweat popping up in his forehead. The tension between Roman and I is high, and a warrior would struggle with this level of conflict between two powerful Alphas, especially when he’s stuck in a car with us. I push the flicker of sympathy I have for him down. If it came down to me or Roman, I have no doubt he’d support his Alpha. “You are my mate,” Roman growls, leaning across the seat to get in my face. “Marking and mating is part of the deal.”

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

Kacie “We haven’t used your safe word in a while, do you remember it?” Viktor asked. I nod. “Say it,” he demands. “Markov,” I whisper. Jake’s eyes find mine and my heartbeat skips a beat. His eyes darken at my safe word, he knows, of course, he knows.