Mark Chapter 15 Novels & Stories

She had a boyfriend in her pack who loved her deeply, but I had not expected the marking ceremony to come so quickly. I could not describe the feeling in my heart, but the documents in front of me gradually blurred. With a soft plop, tears fell and soaked the white paper. In a daze, I heard a familiar voice through Penelope's phone. "I don't want to wait anymore. When you meet the right person, you should hold on to them tight." Alyssa's voice carried laughter, clearly showing how happy she was. After Penelope exchanged a few words with Alyssa, she immediately packed her bags to head to Alyssa's pack.

Chapter 15 Mark recounted his encounter with us, explaining that he needed to clear his mind after the devastating loss of his beloved sister Martha. He planned to take a long ride, hoping that the refreshing breeze would alleviate some of his pain. "I had no idea where I was going or what was happening around me. All I wanted at that moment was to ride aimlessly until I saw your car flipping," Mark said, his expression filled with sorrow. I could sense the weight on his shoulders as he paused and locked eyes with me.

“As the moon bears witness, may your union be eternal.” Darius lifted the chalice to my lips first, his touch lingering on mine as I sipped. Then he drank, his eyes blazing. “Mark her,” the elder declared, stepping back to give us space. My heart pounded as Darius leaned closer. He gripped my waist firmly. “This will hurt a little,” he whispered. His eyes searched mine for any hesitation, “Mark me, Alpha Darius,” I urged him. My wolf, Tiara, was so eager to be marked by him that she was practically purring inside me. I remembered how she detested Rowan when he forcefully marked us.

People were bleeding because of me. The mark on my shoulder suddenly burned hotter. “Ow!” I let out a little cry. Pain shot through my arm so fast my knees lost its energy to make me stand. I grabbed my shoulder, gasping as heat spread through my chest like fire moving beneath my skin. Then the voices started again. But this time they weren’t distant whispers. They were clear. Sharp. Inside my head. Get the girl. The one with the mark. She’s the key. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Chapter 17: Violettta The scent of sautéed garlic and crushed rosemary fills the loft, cutting through the stagnant air Mark left behind. I’m leaning against the kitchen island, my fingers tracing the grain of the dark wood, trying to quiet the tremor in my hands. Caleb moved into the kitchen the second we stepped inside, taking the heavy grocery bags I had left on my counter the other day, and pointing me toward a stool with a flick of his chin.

"Thank you." Lucien turned another page, careful with the fragile paper. "The next part's easier to translate." He cleared his throat and read. *"If the mark has awakened, then our greatest fear has come to pass. It means our story was never truly buried. Someone has begun searching for it again."* Astrid glanced at Rowan. "So they expected this." "Sounds like they were preparing for it," Rowan said. "I think so," Lucien murmured, already reading on, his eyes moving steadily down the page, pausing now and then to frown at a word before pressing on. At last he looked up. "The writer keeps repeating one thing."

I just couldn't remember. The rest of the morning was torture. I sat in English class, staring at the same page in my textbook for forty-five minutes without reading a single word. My mind kept replaying that moment in the hallway, the way his eyes had found mine like he'd been searching for me. The way my bruise had burned.

Sarah said jokingly and they both laughed in pure happiness. 'I want the whole world to know that you're mine. I don't want any man to touch even a single strand of your hair, you are only mine. The whole world should know that.Anyone who is thinking about approaching you needs to know that you have the owner and the only way to make them know is to place my beautiful mark on your neck.' Those were Jame's words before he claimed her. Mrs Sarah's heart warmed up when she recalled the words, her heart pounded wildly and a genuine smile flashed on her lips.

The champagne glass had shattered in his hand. Champagne ran between his fingers, mixed with blood, but Carlos didn’t seem to notice. He kept staring at her like he was still trying to process what she had said. A chill ran down Ana’s arms. That reaction wasn’t normal. “Carlos,” Marcos called. No response. Ana glanced between the two men, confused. “Carlos.” This time Marcos walked over quickly, discreetly stepping between them as he took a napkin from one of the waiters. Only then did Carlos blink.

It's all very cute Mark chuckles and ruffles her messy hair. "For whatever it is, I'm still proud." He says gently. A Week passes since they had retreated to the serenity of the Himalayas, seeking solace amidst nature's grandeur as Leia embarked on her journey of healing. The mountains, steadfast and unwavering, seemed to mirror the strength Leia was gradually regaining. Leia, now equipped with crutches, hobbles alongside Mark as they navigate the picturesque landscapes. Every step was a victory, a testament to her resilience and the unyielding spirit that had brought her this far.