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He definitely won't make it out to the beach for what he did. "My plan is ruined." She grunted. She threw herself on her bed, "Mother should have let him answer me. Do you see the mark? It looks so new and…" "And what?" He asked. "Beautiful. I have never seen such a mark before." Luca's mark appeared at the left side of his forehead, shaped in a Z form. Its corner was red like he just got the scar recently. She was wondering if the mark did hurt, and she desperately wanted to know why he had it at such a young age.

Paul and I take only a few steps before Mark stops us and sends one of his companions to get a car. I am embarrassed at how pathetically grateful I am not to having to walk. It's only a short trip, no more than a couple of minutes. Goldhawk territory looks no different to the streets we have been driving through. That has to be intentional. It's sensible to blend in. Mark points out the pack tags spray-painted onto walls along with other random graffiti, marking the territory boundaries, which is helpful.

Calantha bathed in fear and unease. Every minute and every second was torture. She kept rubbing in the bathroom, did not want to come out to face the cruel world. But Calantha knew that she couldn't. Having got out of the tub, she stood in front of the large mirror in that room, and looked at the small red marks on her neck and chest. This was the kiss mark by Lord Hofsess. She leaned over slightly, then saw a small tooth mark on the back of her neck. She raised her hand and gently touched it, pleasure spread all over her body, Calantha groaned, scared and put down her hand. All these things reminded her that she had been marked by Marcus Hofsess.

“It was just a one-night stand. That’s all.” But as I moved toward the mirror I froze. There, on the curve of my neck, etched into my skin was a mark. My eyes widened in horror. Azrik marked me.

Each symbol pulsed with a strange energy, making my heart race as I whispered the words aloud, one by one, my voice low and careful. The syllables felt heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries, but when I finished, nothing happened. Just silence, thick and heavy, pressing down on the clearing.I shifted my weight, dirt crunching under my boots, and that’s when I saw it—right at my feet, half-hidden in the earth, a single marking, different from the rest. It was smaller, almost delicate, but it thrummed with a quiet power, like a heartbeat trapped in the ground.

Ezra gritted his teeth but didn’t flinch. Then something changed. The blood that trickled out wasn’t just red—it shimmered, faintly, like starlight caught in motion. A glow, subtle and gold, lit under his skin for a heartbeat. And then… the mark appeared. Not a fresh wound. Not the cut. Something older. Like it had always been there, waiting. A circle, ancient-looking, burned just beneath the surface. Gasps rose around him. Alric froze. Even the scarred wolf looked shaken.

It wasn’t his fault that it ended so poorly. After a moment, she spoke. “And you think this… mark is real?” “Yes,” he said flatly, a little irritated. “It’s a mating mark. I know what they look like.” For a moment they just stood in silence, the implications of his words hanging heavy in the air.

"Trust me, Arya. I just came back to handle a work emergency.” I wanted to believe him but the look on Marco's face told me that he was hiding something big. “If you caught the red flags, comment 👀”

For one stupid second, my mind goes straight to Zahra. I take in the girl. She's pretty enough, in a manufactured, plastic kind of way. Fake tits. Hair extensions in platinum blonde. She leers at me, showing off her mark. I look at it. Instead of the beautiful, extravagant filigree of most marks I've seen, like the ones my friends all wear, unique to each mated couple and incorporating elements of both of them, this one is small, with little detail. It's not much more than a black circle with a few dots on it.

Mate marks, exactly the same as hers. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight and her mouth moved before her brain could catch up "You're all marked" It was the first thing she had said to these women, Lena felt a wave of embarrassment. Lorna's hand lifted to her throat instinctively, she stroked her scar softly. "Yes" she said in a whisper.