Mark And Me Romane & Geschichten

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.

I nodded, throat dry. He looked me over, not the way boys at school did. No. His gaze wasn’t hungry. It was assessing. As if he could tell, right there and then, that I was a problem. That I wanted to be one. “I’m Mark,” he said, offering his hand. I took it. It was warm. Calloused. Controlled. “I didn’t know you were… already here,” I said. His lips curved. “Your mother likes surprises.” I bet she did.

“It was one of Mama’s.” Earl laughed. “Sutton doesn’t have boyfriends. She’s a good girl. Never had any trouble out of her. You should ask my Martha.” I shook my head. “This is crazy. Mark, are you alright? I can drive you to the hospital in your car or we can call an ambulance if that makes you more comfortable.” “Never been better,” Mark croaked as he forced himself to stand. At first there was a bit of wobble to his stance, but I noticed that his snark was right on point.

Unless…. “Sit down little one, I made your favorite, scrambled eggs and french toast with a glass of Mango juice,” Mark said and I looked up and smiled. We locked gazes but I felt nothing, no connection or sparks, is he really my mate? There’s something going on here and I will find out what. “Awwww.. thanks babe, this is so sweet of you.” I responded in an overly exaggerated sweet voice with a calculating smile on my face.

“Make sure it’s in invisible ink. No one needs to see that level of devotion anymore after heartbreak.” Mark rose from his seat, taking along a plate of snacks and cup of coffee. “You girls are worse than the construction crew.” With that, he walked out of the pavilion. A boisterous laughter followed behind him. “Come on, Mark, don’t act like you don’t live for our morning entertainment!” Sarah called after him, her voice sing-song and unapologetic. From the bridge, his voice floated back dryly, “I live for silence and sanity…both of which are endangered around you girls.”

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

I touched the mark on my neck,still a little dazed. Back when I thought my mate would only ever be Andrew,I never could have imagined being marked by someone else. Last night,after Austin's relentless persuasion,I'd agreed to let him mark me—so he'd have something to show his family. Austin studied the mark on my neck. "Let's go see my parents together.Otherwise my mom will keep thinking I'm making it all up." This marking felt strangely unreal. Three years ago,there'd been a grand wedding—all the ceremony and none of the substance.No mark.All of it had been a performance for an audience,a facade of happiness.

He knew about it because he was bonded with his destined omega whom he loves so much. "forget about what Gino told you about the whole destined partner thing. No matter what happens I will never want to mark you willingly cause I have a girlfriend who is waiting for me. I already told you about her and my plans on proposing to her so don't even think about doing some kind of tricks on me. What we have is only a physical attraction due to our second genders."

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I