Mark And Me Novels & Stories

she says, pulling me into a hug. “And yours?” she says to Roman when she releases me. He isn’t wearing a shirt, so he leans forward giving his mother a closer look at his mark. “Perfect,” she says. I pull my hair into a ponytail and watch as the pack members look at my mark and grin. The feeling in the pack is happy and excited. Roman doesn’t push me as hard in training today, recognizing that I’m a bit sore after all of our activities yesterday and last night. Instead, he works on my form and how to stop giving my opponent ‘tells’ into the moves I’m about to make.

"No matter what it costs." He walked out of the room without another word, leaving me alone in the dim light. I reached up and touched the Mark on my neck. It didn't burn anymore. It was cold. But as I laid my head back on the pillow, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had woken up into a nightmare far worse than the one I had just left.

Even if I wanted to hide my anger right now, I wouldn’t be able to in front of him. “Another voicemail from Sasha,” I tell him, settling down on the bench on the lawn to compose myself. Mark takes a seat next to me, running a hand through his disheveled blonde hair. As a couple of freshmen girls strut past us, Mark winks at them, drawing giggles from the girls as they continue down the pathway. I roll my eyes. Out of the three of us, Mark is the most charismatic. On the outside, he’s perfect. Handsome, charming, street smart, and intuitive, not to mention an incredible dancer. But only those that really know him understand the secrets he holds within. We all have similar secrets.

I thought I didn't need anyone else except my brother. I thought he would think the same. But I was wrong. One evening, Mark was at his small desk, flipping through a notebook. "Hey," he said tentatively, turning around in his swivel chair. "I know it’s fast. And I know you just want to rest. But... there's someone you should meet." A sharp, defensive spike shot through my chest. My muscles tensed instantly. "Who?"

Mark had a moment of guilt, and he slowly walked in, standing in front of Uma's hospital bed. "Are you okay?" he asked. Uma turned her head and looked at him with confusion. But his eyebrows, his eyes, for some reason, gave Uma a strange feeling. "Who are you?" "My name is Mark," said Mark. Uma was surprised, "Your last name is Li?" "Yeah, same last name as you, Li." Uma's expression hardened. "What did you come here for?" Mark gave a bitter smile and said, "Don't you ask me about our relationship?"

Mark begs with a clenched fist, his head lowered as he grinds his teeth tightly. "I just need some time to collect my thoughts," Mark tells him, "I'm tired of being the one left behind, I need your help, I want my revenge and I want to get out of this place, but… I just don't know what to do," Mark says, tears streaming down his eyes for the first time in two years.

Why didn't you come to look for me all these years? “Uncle…? Are you crying?” Sophie's sad voice demands, calling my attention. I shake my head, quickly wiping the moisture away. There’s a knock. I look up, and Mark stands outside holding his helmet and a briefcase. “Come in.” He walks in, and the first thing he says is, “I just met my soulmate in the lobby.” “Congratulations, now get to work.” He scoffs and moves, placing everything on my desk, opening the briefcase, and slipping on gloves as he prepares equipment.

That made it worse. “No.” I replied immediately. “It's okay.” I followed him into the living room. Mark stood near the fireplace, tall and broad-shouldered, dark hair dusted with snow. He turned when he heard us, his face breaking into a smile that was warm and unmistakably fond. “There she is.” He said, eyes moving over me with open curiosity. “You must be MIA.” I stiffened. “There she is.” Like I was a story he'd already heard.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

My wolf threw back her head and sang. When it broke, I collapsed against Rafe’s chest, shaking, water still pounding down over us. My neck throbbed where their teeth had marked me, but the pain was fading, replaced by a low, hot pulse that tied me to them. I was marked. I was theirs. And they were mine. Forever. Now was mine turn to mark them. And I couldn't wait.