Novel & Cerita Mark Of The Fool

"There they are! That shameless pair! They hurt Rick and still dare to hold a funeral here? Hypocrites!" When they saw me, it was like they'd found their target. Anything they could throw came flying my way. "This is all your fault! You set him up!" Hard, cold objects slammed into my body. I tried to stop them, but a man lunged forward and shoved me hard to the ground. In the chaos, a heavy candlestick crashed against my head. My vision went black, and I passed out. In less than ten minutes, the enraged "fans" had reduced the funeral hall to rubble.

I asked James to mark me again for our pup's sake. He looked condescendingly at me, scoffing. "Emma, ​​I thought you had some backbone, but you're just like your gold-digging grandmother!" I trembled with anger. "What do you mean?" "I, James Black, will never be coerced. Your grandmother forced me to repay a debt of gratitude with mate bond, so I swore to make you regret it one day!" I looked at him desperately. "So, all the kindness you showed me in the past... was fake?"

"You are Mine" He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Kirsten, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Kirsten Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and boyfriend, Kirsten moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother.

For a moment, my heart ached so badly I could barely breathe, and I rushed to grab Alyssa's hand. As an Alpha, I would never bow my head to anyone or shed tears in front of anyone, yet I was crying openly for her, desperate for even one glance back. My body trembled, and my voice cracked with emotion. "Alyssa, I know I was truly wrong. I'll do anything if you'll just forgive me. When we return, we'll have the marking ceremony immediately. I'll announce to the entire pack that you're my Luna, and no one will dare disrespect you or hurt you. Please just forgive me."

Then my boot caught on something half-hidden under pallet shadow - a leather-bound ledger, its corners frayed, a list of shipments scrawled in a hand that didn’t fear ink. I pried it free. The pages were numbered, times and names recorded like a tax of sin. Pallet numbers. Courier names. Routes that slipped through the dockside like a vein. And on one of the shipment slips, tucked like a signature, was a mark - the kind of symbol you’d only use where you wanted a man to know the order came from a boss. My blood went cold and hot at the same time. The mark? A crudely drawn fox head with a vertical line through it. I had the sensation of hands closing where air had been.

Mark was slightly taller than I and was a hundred and ninety pounds of rock solid muscle, his shoulders were wide and his waist narrow, he was not muscle bound, but there was not a damn thing on him that was not exactly where it should be including a set of abs that would make a twenty year old jealous. Mark, like me in a sleeveless shirt caught a bit of attention. Both of his arms shoulder to elbow were covered in enormous tattoo's, on the right was Pan the Celtic devil; horns, hooves and red eyes glaring, on the left was an incredibly detailed image of the Pale rider of revelations fame. With his build, the tats and his five o clock shadow Mark was flaunting the "Bad Boy" look and carried

Reaching for it, it stops face up, and to the purple neon light that slowly faded, the symbol of the roman number I is shown, and to the perfect picture of the man in the middle traveling in a path, the card name is read as ‘THE FOOL’. “NO MATTER WHAT, DO NOT TRUST ANYONE.”

The light flickered and dimmed, leaving her gasping for air. “Why won’t it work?!” she screamed, slamming her fist into the ground. A dark laugh drew her attention, and she looked up to see Malric looking her way. His grin was cold and cruel. “Because you don’t understand it,” he called out, his voice carrying easily. “That mark of yours is a tool, girl. And tools are useless in the hands of the unskilled.” He turned his attention back to Aiden, who was barely standing, his blade broken, his breaths ragged.

I look at him in disdain, “You fool! Now I know the reason you are without a mate, or why your relationships don't last a week. Very useless!” He looked shocked at first, “Hey! Just because you are my Alpha doesn't make you despise my status as a single person! Besides I am still better than you, at least I can still be with girls. But you can see your mate, but you can't touch her!” He laughed crazily after he finished talking. “Fool!” I uttered with a smirk on my face as I showed him my ring finger which has a red mate mark on it. This mark appears only on the Male after marking their mate, while the females get their mark on their neck.