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I knew it’d destroy me and I couldn’t stumble more than once with the same stone, because, though I was now a professional and mature man, I knew the fall would be even more painful than eleven years ago, and I doubted I’ll be able to recover if Olivia took me again as a game. The meeting lasted forty-five minutes. They were determining the medias where the campaign would be exposed, the costs and budgets, dates of auditions for actors that will be starring the commercials and all those things, when my phone rang and it showed me the name of Alex, the head of my security. I knew wouldn’t like this conversation. “Mark, I need you to come to Las Vegas right now.” There was never a greeting wit

" Cool man. Elly bowed her head and turned to leave, she already knew the outcome, but after all, the editorial office belonged to her cousin, who was the editor, so she tried to say a word, but it seemed useless. When she learned that she was working as an assistant for a young CEO returning from abroad, she was extremely overjoyed. Yesterday, when she was going to meet him, she carefully prepared her appearance to greet him. Unexpectedly, he didn't glance at her, and she nodded and asked her out. He's handsome but he's really cold. Mark has been away from this place for ten years, and now that he's back, he's no longer the naive young man he used to be. Originally, he didn't want to go bac

I only hope she won't be as cruel as Alpha Max. Mark is still with me in the room and suddenly approaches me. I study him for a few moments. He is around 5'11, has white hair, a roman nose, a square chin, and blue, almost violet, eyes. "She is smitten with you. Welcome to the family," he says and slaps my shoulder. A wave of pain irradiates from my wounds, and a whimper escapes my lips. My vision goes blurry. "Fuck! Sorry about that, man. I should have known better than to do that. I head what Max did to you. I am still amazed that Elena didn't kill him," Mark says.

Mark returned the favor by running toward 2Pac and ramming his body into him. He used all the thrust power in his suit to tackle 2Pac. Mark and the metal man went through a concrete wall that led to another section of the simulated nightclub. He threw down his fist on 2Pac’s metal jawline after the dust cleared from going through the concrete wall.

Anthony hissed, and Markov’s back stiffened so fast I was sure he must have broken something. My heart thrummed excitedly inside me as I whipped my head back and forth between the three men. Having Markov permanently in Gotham would be perfection! Anthony had sent some of the elders over to handle what ruins remained of the Cove Pack, this was our chance to make him beta general of Gotham! It was genius! “You want…you want me to be your general?” Klein Markov stammered, his pale eyes widening as the blood drained from his face. He looked genuinely shocked when Anthony nodded, and his sharp eyes traced over to me and the baby in my arms.

VINCENT It was exhilarating to be able to openly antagonize Mark. He had been a thorn in my flesh since we were kids. I can almost still feel my claws raking through his underbelly and it was easily my most treasured memory ever. The pain of losing Calvin was a fair trade as far as I was concerned. With any luck, Mark would not come back from that but deep down I knew he was too stubborn and life was too unfair for that to happen.

That startled me, so I immediately went on guard. “What's going on?” asked Snow. “Who is this man and why is he being brought in like he's a hostage?” “Because he is,” said Ander. “This is Mark, the chief tracker of your pack.” Snow stepped back, and it was at that moment that the man looked at his mark, then at mine, and understanding flashed in his eyes. The move he made next left us confused. Mark bowed to Snow and began to recite a chant that made Snow shiver.

With a low growl, he gently pushed me back, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. I could sense the shift in his energy, the raw power that emanated from him as he circled around me, his gaze never leaving mine. I was lost in a trance. In a swift movement, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a gentle yet possessive manner. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt his mark upon me, a symbol of our bond that would never be broken.

Man, this mate stuff was quite confusing. Calming himself down, Zhane asked Mark, “Aren’t you supposed to have super strength or something”? “What am I? A comic book character? Superman? No, I am not even a man. I am just a boy… who is a nerd.” Mark sighed. “You… think you are a regular human being?” Zhane asked, baffled by his words.

"If we're on the water, then we're vulnerable, so the boat has the power to get us far away from any threats very quickly, and if there's any we can't outrun, then Captain Wales and his crew are more than capable of fighting off any threats. He's an ex SEAL. So are his crew." "Wow," Mark murmured. This was serious stuff, he realized and he sat quietly considering it all for a while. If what Jasmine said was true, and even if he ended up returning to his normal life after a few days, he'd still be a target. Mark's life had well and truly changed. He still didn't know if it was for the better, but it was certainly going to be different.