Muichiro Marked Novels & Stories

Chapter 53 ********* "The Traitor's Face” Alera's POV The rogue looked worse than I remembered—gaunt, wild-eyed, clothes torn. But he was alive. Very much alive. Standing in Rex's territory like he had every right to be here. "Did you get it?" Damon's voice was rough, impatient. Marcus nodded, reaching into his jacket. He pulled out a folded paper and held it out. "The patrol schedules for the next two weeks. But this is the last time, Damon. I can't keep—"

" No, I wouldn't want you to make any regret, I can't mark you until I'm sure that you are free with me. You wouldn't want to be marked by a wolf that you are still uncomfortable with. " Lilith smiled at his words. She saw those words as a proof of his genuinity. " Alright, anyways, thanks for standing up to Isaac," Lilith uttered,

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

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

“Put him on the speakerphone.” Nikolai pushed the speaker button. “What can I do for you, Mr. Manciatti?” There was no reason to waste time with pleasantries. The man didn’t like me and would only be calling to let me know my time was up. It had been his life’s mission to put me in prison for the past ten years. “Dimitry Alexeyev?” the old man sounded tired. “One and only,” I retorted dryly. There was a deep exhale on the line. I waited, unwilling to make small talk. I wasn’t any good at it anyhow.

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.”

Vince came to stand beside her, hands in pockets, posture a soft bracket. “You all right?” he asked, quiet enough to belong to a kitchen table at midnight. She exhaled. The breath felt like surrender and claim both. “Yes.” Marco joined them, wiping rain from his brow with the back of his hand. “He had a Maretti mark,” he said. “Yeah,” she said.

I don't answer. My room is exactly how I left it. Unmade bed. Half-empty coffee cup. Sketchbook open to a half-finished drawing of a wolf I don't remember drawing. I slam the door shut and press my back against it, sliding to the floor. My hands shake as I roll up my sleeve. The mark is still there. And for the first time, in the dim light, I realize It looks like a bite.

I smiled and looked him in the eye, thankful for him being back home “you look beautiful, malyshka” “Thank you” I whispered shyly. To say that I wasn’t nervous would be a lie. Bloody hell, I wasn’t even this nervous when I was getting married, and I knew then that I was surrounded by a bunch of mafia men and women. But today was different, knowing that I was marked as Luna, marked as my husband’s wife, and marked by the hybrid, the one man feared by all. My eyes caught sight of blood on Damien’s collar “love, did you get into an argument?”

“To be honest, I don’t really remember what I screamed. It was a little before… “Of course, a huge beast is rushing after you. I can’t even imagine how it is - a wolf puts a mark on a person, - Marta threw up her hands. - Huge mouth and thin neck! “It was more fun when she marked him,” Ba said. All the women, except those who joined us later, laughed. I was at that wedding ceremony, but I already remember the details very badly. "His mark healed much faster," Lark grumbled, adjusting the collar of his shirt to hide the bite mark. No matter how many years passed, it was still clearly visible. Wangity label, true pair label.