Mark K Lecture Pdf Novels & Stories

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

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?”

Isla’s POV I froze. I definitely wasn’t affected by his words. But then goosebumps lined my skin. Heat built low in my belly and my thighs clenched together instinctively. If I wasn’t affected by his dirty way of talking, why then was my body betraying me? I cleared my throat. “You are my professor sir and I’m nothing but a student. I don’t think there’s anything I would be able to offer you.” I completely ignored the part where he mentioned the night before.

I didn't know if he felt it too, but just looking at his broad shoulders, his dark eyes, and the way his shirt stretched across his chest made my breath catch in my throat. “I won’t repeat myself twice, so listen closely,” the professor’s voice barked from the front of the room. Mark and I straightened up instantly, turning our attention to the board. The lecture dragged on. Minutes crawled by like hours, the professor’s voice turning into a dull drone in the background. My phone vibrated softly in my palm, breaking the monotony. I lowered my head, hiding the screen under the edge of the desk. It was a silly, teasing sticker from Mark.

My stomach twisted so hard that I thought I might faint. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. This was one of my students. Oh God, what was he doing here? Mark stood in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, his athletic frame filling the space like he owned it. His black jacket hung open, his hair slightly damp like he’d just come from training. His eyes moved again. Slowly. Deliberately. From my face to my body.

Catherine’s POV The air inside the main lecture hall of the international relations building was thick with the scent of wet wool and nervous energy as the pre-midterm seminar concluded. I didn't rush to pack my laptop. I sat in the third tier, my fingers flying across the keys as I systematically verified the structural margin thresholds I had established the previous night. "The professor’s lecture on sovereign debt didn't account for the secondary clearinghouse protocols," a voice murmured from the aisle.

I had to put him where he belongs. Mark was just gazing at us with a surprised look. His eyes went from one person to the other. He then broke the silence.”Well,regardless of whatever relationship you both had,I’m sure we can be able to focus on the task at hand, which is why we are here,”he said, gesturing towards the proposal documents on the table.

I told him. “Let the best man win.” He said to me, “I don't know what he is doing here. He has enough deals to last him the year,” Mark said angrily. As we set up for the presentation, tension filled the room. I couldn't shake off the encounter with Kingsley, but I had a reputation to uphold. Kingsley went up first. He powered up his system and his power points. “Oh my god,” Mark said, almost shouting. Kingsley’s PowerPoint presentation was identical to ours. There was nothing different.

“It’s okay if we just use a smaller banquet hall. We don’t have to book the grandest one.” Ethan shook his head firmly. “No. Our marking ceremony has to be held in the biggest, most luxurious hall. You deserve the best.” Lyla smiled but quickly turned thoughtful. “Maybe we should postpone the marking ceremony. That day’s special for you and Maddie. I’ve already taken so much of your time. You should be with her.” Ethan paused before gently ruffling her hair. “There's no need to delay it. The ceremony will go on as planned. I’ll explain things to Maddie," he said calmly.

I replied. “Of course,” Mark said, his charm sliding back into place. “My apologies. You simply have a presence. It’s rare to see someone command a room like that. You caught me off guard. And twenty-five million dollars…” His smile widened. “That’s a number that commands attention.” “I intend to command more than attention,” I said calmly. “I intend to command results. But I don’t do business in the middle of a dance floor.” Mark’s eyes lit up. Greed washed away the last of his hesitation. He glanced around the ballroom, noting the prying eyes of the press and the jealous stares of other investors. He needed to lock me down before I changed my mind.