Muichiro Mark Novels & Stories

but it didn’t. "I can’t feel my wolf," I said, looking into his dark eyes under that condescending look of his. "Just tell me what I have." "It’s a very unusual case, but everything points to a forced or incomplete mark... the process severely injured your wolf." "But he didn’t force me, I wanted it!" I blurted out right away. Lorenzo hadn’t marked me by force. I’d wanted him to. "Calm down, Mrs. Greco. I’m only saying those are the symptoms, but the whole clinical picture is very unusual. How do you feel in response to Patriarch Greco’s pheromones?"

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?

"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."

Their howls died into silence, leaving only the rasp of our breathing, the stink of blood, and the broken bodies around us. Marek appeared at the treeline, flanked by his hunters. His grin was wide, proud, almost admiring. “You bleed well, rogue,” he said. “You fight well. Maybe too well.” His eyes gleamed as they fixed on me. “Let’s see how long that lasts.” And I knew — this was only the beginning.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

The word hit harder than she expected. Mia looked at him. “Whose?” Mark’s gaze stayed fixed on the mark. “I don’t know the name yet,” he said. But his voice dropped, colder. “But I know the language.” Luca shifted uneasily. “You’ve seen it before?” Mark didn’t answer right away. He looked at the body again, the precision, the message. Then— “Yes,” he said quietly. “Once.” That made Luca tense. “When?” “Long enough ago to think it was gone.”

JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER ‘AND ON HIS RIGHT, WE HAVE MICHAEL MARKOVICH’ Marius, the occasional driver of Nicolas Amato pointed blandly at the punk seated at the lanai, sharing a cigar with the boss. The Armani suit clad guy turned twenty-four last year getting his trust fund after his father’s death and while he was new in the game, Michael Markovich was pretty well known. A business man on the outside and a shady arms dealer on the inside. AND LIKE Nicolas Amato, the Feds had nothing on him but rumors and the regular witnesses that disappeared before they could take a stand in court.

“I know you will have a lot of questions about me, so let's get this show on the road. What do you want to know?” I shrugged, “tell me about yourself.” I guessed that was as good as any place to start. He pulled out a pot and started cooking the pasta concoction, his smile growing. “Hi, I'm Marco Smith. Twenty five years old, Research assistant in the Physiology Department. I’m currently from Glasgow, although I spent most of my life in Madrid, Spain.” “Well that explains the tan,” I commented, indicating his golden bronze arms.