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Little baby frowned with a pout as he looked at big treasure for approval. “If they do customizations, make both in the shape of a unicorn.” Chris Jnr sighed helplessly as he looked at the eager expressions of his younger siblings; at this stage, both Emm and little baby were looking at big treasure blinking their big eager eyes. “And…. and…. a prince crown for the blue cots…” Little baby added enthusiastically.

“Oh my gosh, Cecil, that’s adorable! It really does look like a little ink splatter like I heard. How did you even notice that?” The little black ink splatter was the pack mark that appeared on newborn children, a unique and fleeting symbol of their early days. It looked like a delicate splash of ink behind Camden’s ear, marking him as part of the berrywoods pack. This mark was something all newborns in their pack received, a small but significant identifier that linked them to their heritage.

We stopped instantly. “What is it?” I asked. He pointed ahead. There were faint marks carved into the bark of a tree. Three deep slashes. Marcus snarled as I scanned them. It was clearly another message. I stepped closer. The wood had been torn by claws — fresh. “Rogue marking,” Ronan said. “But look closer.” I did. The pattern wasn’t random. It was three slashes with a line beneath them. Then another. My stomach twisted. “This isn’t a warning,” I muttered.

We talked for hours about my birth family and pack, and my parents spent some time getting to know my mates. “Sweetie… you should know something about when your Consorts all mark you,” mum started. “What?” I raised one eyebrow, my body tense. “You can’t complete all four marks at the same time. With each mark, you and the Consort marked will have a power boost. The Consort will get new abilities that will better help them support you, and you’ll get stronger too. You can’t do them all too close together because your body will not be able to handle it.” My heart sank. I didn’t like where this was going.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

There doesn't seem to be anything he can't do. "Hey, what's going on with your marks?" Aiden asks, "their beautiful aren't they?" I smile. Aiden looks concerned, "One looks faded" I touch my neck, I quickly head to the mirror on the wall and nearly faint. His right. Tristan's mark is clear as day, a wolf & a moon symbol surrounding the teeth marks. Nathanial's is faded, half of a wolf surrounding a healing bite. Something isn't right. Panic sets in. I turn back to Aiden. "Have you ever heard of anything like this happening before?" Aiden shakes his head.

Levi’s voice drifted over to her, smooth and dark like velvet stretched over jagged stone. He didn't look at her. Instead, his hand came to rest on the nape of her neck, his thumb tracing the faint, unhealed scar where he had claimed her. It wasn't the mark of a fated mate, those were rare, sacred things of the soul. This was a Contract Mark, a brand of ownership. “I'm just listening, Levi,” Anya replied, her voice a practiced whisper. “Good. Omegas are far more charming when they listen,” Levi said, finally turning to her. His golden eyes were bright with a possessive glint that made her skin crawl.

“You'll be presented to the pack officially. Take vows to protect Shadow Ridge. We'll mark you with the Luna's ceremonial mark—” “Mark?” “Traditional markings. They'll fade after a day, but during the ceremony, they identify you as Luna.” He traced a pattern on my shoulder. “Here. And here. Ancient wolf symbols.” “Will it hurt?” “No. It's just paint.” He grinned. “Unlike my mark, which definitely hurt.” “Your mark was worth it.” His eyes flashed amber. “Don't say things like that unless you want round three.” “Who says I don't?” Christian groaned. “You're going to kill me. Death by beautiful mate.”

With careful precision, I carefully cut away the tiny lacy fabric, revealing her to me in all its glory. With a delicate touch, I trace the sharp tip of the blade down her exposed skin, starting at the base of her neck and following the curve of her body. The metal glints in the dim light, casting an eerie shadow over her figure. She watches me nervously, her breath catching in her throat as I continue to graze the sharp edge across her skin. “Jaden,” she whispers, a hint of fear in her voice. But I know she trusts me completely. “Something wrong Pumpkin?” I ask with a sly grin, pressing the blade against my mate mark on her skin. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, white-hot heat radiating from

“Guys, have you seen our marks? There is a bat, and this eye thingy, two of them actually, it has some blue, gold, and this cool looking purple hue. GUYS! It’s amazing! Wait, Little Luna, you and Kane are marked?” “Yea, that’s why your “new” mark has a bat and some purple in it.” “Oh, ok, that’s cool. WAIT! About a week ago, I got a jolt of something that was out of this world and my skin got all tingly, my eyes went blurry then it looked like I was looking in a tunnel. Since then I feel like I’ve got a crazy amount of energy, my I can focus my vision weird and see for miles. Is that because of you two?”