Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

-Damon’s POV- Stupid, stupid, stupid. I thought and smacked myself mentally. Why the fuck did I just mark Relani?! To mark her as our own and only our own, my wolf growled. Seeing Jarred’s arm around my mate made me angry. However, I was furious when she called him babe. At that point, I just snapped. I didn’t know meeting your mate would make you feel this possessive.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Aiming the tip of rifle at Mark Devis's forehead, I threateningly asked," Why the fuck you refused to sign a deal with Mcadam corporation?" For a few seconds, Mark kept quiet, staring down at the ground. His thick blood dripped off his cracked forehead, dirtying the area he was sitting. I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. " Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones." That's when mimicking Mark's tone enraged me. " So you're the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Caspar Mcadam," Mark chuckled.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

She glanced at my torn collar, her eyes widening for a second in sheer panic before her instincts kicked in. "Oh," Jasmine let out a breathless, forced laugh, her hands flattening against Dominic's pristine shirt. "You saw her mark. Darling, I told you about my family." Dominic's gaze didn't leave my face. "What family?" "The birthmark, Dom." Jasmine reached up, deliberately pulling the silk collar of her lounger down to expose her own right shoulder. "It's a Harrington family trait. I have one, and my cousin Aria has one too. See?"

He wasn't Anthony. He was the one who came when I needed him the most. He willingly traveled hundreds of miles to our marking ceremony and said he would protect me without hesitation. "Sharon." His voice turned serious. "The merger between Moonlight Pack and Gray Mist Pack is complete. The alliance Black Rock Pack formed with Moonlight Pack is also in effect. What do you want to do next?"

On the cover was the wax seal that signified the highest authority in the mafia. He flipped to the first page. The lines accusing him of "damaging family honor and endangering the heir" struck him like a slap to the face. Carter instinctively pulled out his phone to call her, to ask what kind of crazy stunt she was pulling now, if this was just another one of her new tricks to get his attention. But all he heard from the other end was the cold, robotic "The user's phone has been switched off." He stood in the empty hospital room, stunned for a full minute, before he belatedly realized she had blocked him on everything.

I never knew my father, and since then, my grandmother and aunt have raised me. My grandmother ran an inn and onsen, a business passed down from my grandmother's grandfather. When I was 16, a Canadian tourist came to stay at our onsen, Maxime (I'll call him Max). He stayed in Kyoto for six months, and during that time, we developed a relationship without my grandmother's knowledge, as he was much older than me, already 28 at the time. He was very handsome and well-built. Being his girlfriend at that time was a joy for me. For some reason, I felt that Jake's face resembled Max's, although there were some differences.