Mark And Me Novels & Stories

Even a little makeup. "What do you think?" I asked Dante, doing a little spin. "Do I look like someone who has their life together?" He blinked at me solemnly, which I chose to interpret as approval. A knock on my bedroom door interrupted my one-sided conversation. "Come in!" Marco stepped inside, already dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. "Hey, dove. I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant that opened downtown. The one with the rooftop garden. I made reservations for…”

He waved Matthew away with his hand without looking back. “Looks like I won't be having an awkward dinner tonight.” he calmly said, downing the glass of wine at once and left the dining table. The maids immediately came to clear up the table, the food was untouched. Jacob climbed up the stairs, and stared at the opposite room in front of him. His eyes were cold and emotionless. He took off his shirt, a dragon tattoo was etched on his back. The tattoo was very well detailed, it felt alive. He walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the running shower.

Send help! I bit my lip, trying not to smile too obviously, but apparently I wasn’t subtle enough because Mark’s voice cut in. “Who’s making you grin like a lovesick teenager?” I froze. “No one,” I replied. Mark arched an eyebrow. “That’s not a no one smile. That’s a Hayden smile.” I rolled my eyes and locked my phone. “You’re delusional.” “Mhmm... of course I’m the delusional one.” He flopped onto the couch beside me, grabbing the popcorn bowl. “So, you’re just randomly glowing for no reason at all?”

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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