Mark And Me Novels & Stories

I moaned closing my eyes tightly and enjoying every moment. After several minutes I pulled out of Tate's embrace with a huge smile on my face. "That was incredible! Oh wow" I gushed blushing from the exertion. "We shouldn't have done that, you need to sleep" he stated. "No I don't" I countered stubbornly. I want more. "Mark me Tate." "What?" He asked. I licked my lips nervously waiting for his response.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment. More unanswered questions flooded my mind. If Mom was still around, she could find him. They were the mates, destined by the moon goddess, they can find each other by mindlink. But now, I can no longer get her help. I let myself bask in the memories until Jeff got out of the car and opened the door for me. "Nat!" Aunt Braelyn ran up to me and gave me a big hug, "Sweetie, how are you, I'm so happy to see you, I miss you so much!"

ELENA’s POV I swiped the screen with a trembling finger. Mark’s face appeared. He was wearing a headset, sitting in what looked like a glass-walled office in Singapore. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were bright with greed. "Elena! Hey, babe! You wouldn't believe this place," Mark shouted. The connection was a little laggy. "The office is huge! And the hotel... man, Vane really knows how to treat his people. I’ve got a private chef and a driver."

I mumbled heavily between my breath when Mark came behind me and hugged me tenderly, resting his chin on my shoulder, inhaling my scent lovingly, and responding, “Not really, just look beside me.” His words get me curious and I looked beside me but there is nothing, my brows arched with doubt, “Mark, There is nothing.” I can hear his sexy chuckle beside my ears as he asserted the next second, “But, I did not mention to look left.” I rolled my eyes to hear him, “Whatever!” and turn head to look right side when I saw a big tent alone with a small folden chair. Decorated with fruits and Juice. “We are sharing a single tent together. This is change.” He jokingly added.

A faint frown ghosts across his brows. “What?” I ask, voice soft. “That looks fresh.” His fingers lifts, barely grazing the healed-but-still-new bite mark just below my ear. The one from Shawn. “Mmmhmm.” I say, reaching for the silk scarf on the table, and wrapping it loosely around my throat to hide the mark. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, steady and searching. “Is it Shawn?” I hold his gaze but say nothing. He exhales through his nose. “I’ll take your silence as a yes.” he pauses, then quieter, “You’re mated now.”

The pain was a silver dagger twisting in his soul, carving him in two. Then came the emptiness. The instinct to feel his mate was just... gone. Julian staggered back to their penthouse. An empty closet screamed at him. Every trace of Harper was gone. A Mate Rejection Contract sat on the dining table. The parchment glowed with faint silver magic. Harper Quinn’s signature shined at the bottom. Every letter of her name was a judgment. A condemnation. "She’s just throwing a tantrum," Julian choked out, the words tasting like ash. "She’ll be back."

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Dane’s gaze snapped to him instantly, his hand shooting up to halt the men. “I remember your face. I am going to get you back for this,” Nate muttered darkly to one of them once they released him, straightening his rumpled shirt. “Speak,” Dane commanded. “You said she was an omega, right? Someone saw her at the airport the following day,” Nate revealed, watching Dane’s brows draw together. “It could be any omega. How can you be sure?” He asked. “You said she had a mark, didn’t you? A fresh one?” Nate stepped closer.

Then gently patted his cheek. No words. Just habit. Years of love. Mia slowed her steps. "What?" Mark asked. She nodded toward the couple. "They're cute." "They are." "I wonder how long they've been together." Mark looked at them quietly. "A lifetime, probably." She slipped her hand into his. Without thinking. He held it naturally. As though he'd been waiting for it. They wandered into a small market. Fresh flowers. Books. Handmade crafts. Children running between stalls. The world felt wonderfully ordinary.