Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

Louis let go of Harem's neck, then warned: "I trust you for now. Don't ask why your secret was revealed if you intend to oppose me. At that time, your position will be difficult to hold!" "Yes, I know that, sir." Harem replied cautiously, watching Louis leave. He pulled up the collar of his shirt to hide the mark on his neck that Louis had just made so that no one could see and suspect. Harem clenched his fist, suppressing the anger in his heart. He felt regret for having looked down on Louis so much. As a result, he had no way out.

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

“Yes, I remember the one that slit my mother’s throat. He had two different colored eyes and a tattoo on his face.” Malik shook his head, “Was one brown and one blue? The tattoo an intricate tribal?” “Yes, do you know him?” Malik punched the table and almost splintered it. Everyone pushed their chairs back. It looked like he was going to shift any minute. Rainn jumped up and pushed me behind him. “That son of a bitch”, Malik roared. Delilah wrapped her arms around Malik, “My love please calm down and explain what is going on.” His breath started to even out and he sat back down.

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

The bathroom was huge which completed with a Jacuzzi and bathtub. I saw she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at me. "What?" I asked, lifting a brow tried to read her mind. "Why only one bed?" I just shook my head at her question. As expected. "It's a honeymoon, sweetheart. Why do we need two beds?" "Let me remind you that our honeymoon is different. You know we are not here for a real honeymoon." "Well, I'm not sure about you but I can assure you that I'm here for a real honeymoon," I said smiling at her.

I look over Gael’s shoulder and make eye contact with Hakeem. “You heard our mate,” I say to Hakeem, licking along Gael’s neck, causing him to shudder. “He wishes to be marked.” Hakeem smirks at me. “As my alpha commands.” I see Hakeem’s teeth elongate and he moves above Gael. We both sink our fangs into Gael’s neck, causing him to scream our names and buck against us. He cums deep within me, causing both Hakeem and I to answer with our own orgasms.

“How did you get this?” “I’ve…always had it,” I said breathlessly, my excitement growing. “This is the mark of an ancient coven. Of Jerusalem. A secret coven, one of extreme power. One rumored to have relations with…wolves. And rumored to not even exist. How do you own this?” I felt my heart pounding. “I….don’t know. I was told it was my father’s. I…hadn’t even thought of it.” He turned it over gently, looking at the back. His eyes opened wide.

It had been sitting on my table for a week. At least that day was less tumultuous than the others because Markos was absent, meaning I could clean his penthouse without shaking or hurrying because of the scenes Markos put on with his whores. They were whores because they allowed Markos to have sex with them for one night and swap them for other women the next day. They had very little self-respect. ‘Coming from the girl who would jump in his bed the first chance she's given.’ A voice in the back of my head said.

The only other one that we had seen or even heard of having colour were the twin and Heather’s marks, but then their marks were on a whole other level again. “That is now three sets of marks that are very unique,” Mona said. “Three.” Quinn and I said at the same time. That is when April and Kyle walked in. I hadn’t even thought about looking at their marks until now. “Pumpkin, come here and show Meg and Quinn your mark,” Aaron said waving April over. The mark was of a wolf sitting on its hunches howling at the moon, it was outlined in silver like ours, but there appeared to be flecks of silver through it which gave the appearance of falling snow as the light hit it at different angles.

I asked. "Gave you a hickey." He announced happily before getting off of me and running out the door. I looked at the door in shock. I stood up and walked in front of the mirror. Low and behold, there's a purple mark that's starting to form on my skin. I'll get him back for this. I don't know how, but I sure will.