Novel & Cerita Mohawk Mark Harem

I had been with Marcus Hale for eight years. I gave him two children, but his heart had always belonged to another she-wolf. When my cousin, his first love, returned to the pack, I finally realized it was time to end things. I went to the pack's administration office to file the paperwork to leave the pack. But the moment I stepped inside, I heard Marcus's voice. "The pack anniversary banquet is next month. That dress fits you perfectly." Then a she-wolf replied, sounding hesitant, "But that gown belongs to the Luna. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to wear it?"

When we left that Russian orphanage, it was to get us a better life. I had a staff of lawyers working through all my businesses to ensure each business I own gets registered and taxes paid. I needed the senators and governors to accept my offer for the last two casinos in Hawaii and Alaska to become legalized. At least get it on the ballot in the next election process, which was coming up. I only had another three weeks to make it happen before I’d have to wait till the next voting period. I wasn’t willing to wait. I was ready for life on the legal front. It was what I had wanted since we got involved with Russian organized crime… rússkaya máfiya. I hated that we were involved with it, but i

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

Maximus replied and rolled up sleeves of his right hand and showed up his right hand… Draco was having his eyes fixed on Maximus wrist as he asked him “What is that?” Maximus was bearing a red burned thin fish shaped mark which was in shape of a circle and moon… “I don’t know…. I just found this on my hand…. old guard told us that we can’t leave until we bear this mark on our flesh… to prove their words old guards even threw us out of border of Nakota but we ended up getting burning pain in our entire body….” Maximus replied Draco looked surprised with his words when Jasmine eye went wide as she muttered “Horraisces mark”

I said, swatting at her hands. Dawn is suddenly picked up and placed back in her seat by her Dad. “Stay,” Sean says, giving her a stern look. I made my way over to the table where everyone was sitting. Reed and Lucas stepped in behind me. Reed lifted my hair and Lucas slid my hoodie, which I had on over my tank top, off my shoulders and down my arms. I heard a round of gasps. I was expecting them to be shocked. When the guys and I saw the results this morning, there was no mistaking that it was a special mark. I have seen all different shapes and sizes of marks. Anything from the full silhouette of a wolf to small moon shapes. The only difference is that, usually the higher the rank, the mor

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But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

She lifts her hand, tilting it so moonlight spills across the soft skin of her wrist— And suddenly silver glows beneath it. Not a tattoo. Not magic. Not something artificial. A mark. Moon-bright. Alive. My breath leaves me in a quiet, stunned exhale. “A moon-mark,” I whisper. She nods, jaw tightening as if bracing for disappointment. “Since you’re my mate, you have a right to know. I got my wolf early—way early. And she’s powerful. People say moon-marked wolves are rare but…” She swallows. “Some think rare means dangerous.”

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.