Novel & Cerita Mark Of The Outsider

he rasped, his voice a deep timbre that sent shivers down my spine. My pulse raced, my breath coming in short gasps as I met his intense gaze. Fear and confusion warred within me, a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to overwhelm my senses. His gaze flickered to my back, and I instinctively shifted, feeling the soft brush of my hair against my shoulder blades. My fingers traced the skin of my lower back, and then it hit me like a lightning bolt. The moon mark. The symbol that marked me as an Omega—a wolf without a pack, without a true place in this world. The mark that had been a constant reminder of my place, of my worth—or lack thereof.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

The thought of him claiming and taking me once again sent my heart thumping loud with excitement. I moved to the sink to watch my face first, and then looked up into the mirror. That’s when I saw it—a mark on my neck. My fingers traced over it in disbelief, it was a raised skin that resembled a tattoo-like pattern. Did he mark me? Did Professor Maverick mark me? My jaw dropped. I remembered Fenris saying I’d never find my mate, and even if I did, a wolf-less omega like me would be rejected, but Professor Maverick didn’t just call me his mate, he claimed and marked me.

“What did you find? And how sure are you it’s Tyler?” He studied me, measuring. Then shook his head. “Not yet. I’ll tell you when I’m sure.” I nodded. I didn’t like it, but I understood. Trust wasn’t something given easily. Then a memory hit me. Sharp and unsettling. “He has a mark,” I said slowly. “On his chest. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was deep and cracked like something burned into him from the inside.” Tristan’s face went still. “On his chest?" I nodded.

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

His eyes gleam with vicious delight, as he brings it down for another strike, obviously deriving satisfaction from what he's doing. I can smell his satisfaction. And something else I can smell? My fear. "It's a white wolf," a voice from the sidelines says. But when I look, there's no one there. Just empty rain-soaked air. And us. "She could be from our territory. Or not," another voice says, equally disembodied. Somebody save me! I try to shout, but my mouth won't move. My lips are sealed shut, frozen in silent agony. Shawn. I call out inside of me.

“This… mark. It’s not just a scar, is it?” “Don’t be too fat, Marianne,” said Marianne, pursing her lips very tightly. She placed the book on the bedside table, and flipped the book to the ribbon marker. The parchment was yellowed, covered with symbols I didn’t understand, but the image in its center took my breath away: a woman with a glowing moon-shaped mark on her chest, standing under a full moon, wolves bowing at her feet.

This attack needs to be a surprise, catching him off guard. Entering the tent, I find Cole engrossed in studying the map, his attention so intense that he remains oblivious to my presence. As I draw nearer, my eyes catch a glimpse of a mark on his neck, initially resembling a hickey or a playful “promise bite” as we teasingly refer to them. However, upon closer inspection, I discern that it is no mere hickey, but a profound mate mark.