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“Yeah, sure. I'll come see you tomorrow. Your Alpha really helped me out, by the way.....” I rolled my eyes, cutting her off immediately. “I don't want to hear anything about him. You know what? I'll talk to you tomorrow.” I hung up before she could respond. Opening the browser app, I pulled up ChatGPT, my fingers flying across the virtual keyboard in a desperate frenzy: Me: Hi. I need quick advice. What does it mean if you just got discharged after waking up from a coma, but your Alpha decides to have aggressive, unhinged sex with you in the back of a car with no mercy and then knots you? Does it mean he hates you?

Chapter 4 Hiii guys, it's me again with a new chapter.119 VOTE. COMMET. LIKE. FAN.127 xo, Black3 - I did a little victory dance in my head when I found classroom A232. Yes, I made it just on time, I thought just as the late bell rang. The whole class was filled with students and a few chairs were empty. Some of the students were staring off into space while the others carried bored expressions. When I walked to Mr. Jenkins’s desk, everyone’s head perked up and the stares of many eyes burned a whole in my back.

Malek watched us from a root at the edge, chin in his hand, like he was at a show he actually liked. “You’re not using it,” he said at one point. I stopped. Looked at him. “I’m aware.” “The mark,” he said. “You’re fighting like it’s not even there.” “I need to know what I can do without it first,” I said. “So I know which parts are me and which parts are the mark.” Malek glanced at Rhydian. “I like her,” he said. “Focus,” Rhydian snapped, at both of us.

Perhaps this was my greatest punishment—spending the rest of my life remembering someone I had neglected when they were still around. That night, I had a dream. In the dream, Emma and I were having a mating ceremony. She wore a beautiful white dress as she smiled at me. I hugged her tightly, wanting to bite her neck. "James, what are you doing?" "I'm going to mark you!" I shouted. This time, I was determined to hold her tight and never let go. Just as I bit down, I noticed someone else's mark on her neck. I woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat.

CHAPTER 10: PACK LOYALTY. LIANA'S POV. The large suddenly felt so small. The air in the atmosphere became dense. I could hear my heart beating fast as my brain ran on overdrive, trying to figure something out - an escape plan. "Come on. 'One good turn deserves another.' Ain't that what they say?" Ned smiled. I knew getting into a physical altercation with him wasn't going to end well. There was no item I could use that would deal any significant damage to him to buy me enough time to escape.

“If you hadn’t…” “You did it yourself,” I cut in. “Don’t ruin the moment.” The instructor’s voice rose again before she could answer. “Third… Mark of House Draven.” The name hit the air like stone. Mark lifted his chin, trying to wear his arrogance again, but it didn’t fit the same anymore. Not after the whispers. Not after the way his smirk faltered when he saw I was first. Still, he nodded, lips tightening as if to convince himself that third was still respectable.

Lena's stomach twisted into knots, the thought of it, the bond still connecting her and all of these other poor women to that murderous monster made her feel dirty, what Kate had been through was beyond words, he actually made her fall in love with him before marking and betraying her, she was so young. Kate's hands trembled as she added one last thing to her monologue "He doesn't need us marked to own us, it's not like we can leave, we are his whether we like it or not...But when he touches Ally or Lorna, it burns, the pain, I can't even describe...You will feel it, we all do, when he's with one of us, he betrays the others mark...And we suffer whether we are the one chosen for the night or

The city looked less like a city and more like a battlefield. Mark stood in front of it. Alone. A marker in his hand. He didn't notice her immediately. For several seconds, she simply watched. Watching him work was strangely fascinating. He wasn't reacting. He wasn't chasing the enemy. He was dismantling possibilities. One by one. Like solving a puzzle. "You haven't slept." Mark didn't turn around. "Neither have you." Fair. Mia walked closer. "What are you doing?" He pointed at the map. "Removing options."

I just couldn’t. I looked at Mark who was starting to look impatient. “Mark, this isn’t right. It’s not. Maybe… maybe we can talk about it? Try to come up with a better solution or something? We could talk things out Mark.” He shook his head. “You can’t leave him, can you? You're in too deep. You’ve been brainwashed so badly. All that money has made you go blind.” he spat. “No, mark. That’s not–”

Can you forgive me? "Just give me more time, and we will hold the marking ceremony. Just sit tight and wait for me back home, okay?" I hung up nonchalantly. If he even cared about me one tiny bit, he'd realize that I have no friends who were going to be marked. Soon, Sienna's text came. [You don't get to force Duke to Mark you just because you want to be Luna. Did you think he would do it just because you bought a dress?] [Quit dreaming. He told me long ago that I'm the only Luna for him and the Forest Pack.]