My Little Pony: Make Your Mark Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

As the alpha turned to her with cold eyes, she muttered. “Not anymore, Myra. I reject you, and you don’t have my mark anymore,” he snarled as Myra felt that wicked pain on her wrist as she shot up from the bed. “No!” She screams out, her body trembling in shock as she stares at her arm, the mark still there, the room feels drowsy; meanwhile, Myra rushes to the toilet and turns on the shower, letting the cool water soothe her body. Myra rocks back and forth, feeling suffocated, until she touches her hands to confirm his mark is still there, a mark she had scratched until it became red.

She eventually let her back drop to the ground as I began licking her up and down, cleaning up the mess I made out of her, until I realized she was breathing steadily. I tilted my head up and looked at her, and I couldn’t help the smile from gracing my lips. The little witch fell asleep. She passed out. But my smile was wiped out the moment my gaze fell on her marked neck. Sooner or later, I would face her wrath. I hoped I would be able to find a way to convince her to let the mark stay, because there was no way I would give her a rejection. Not yet. Not now. ⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝

I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment. More unanswered questions flooded my mind. If Mom was still around, she could find him. They were the mates, destined by the moon goddess, they can find each other by mindlink. But now, I can no longer get her help. I let myself bask in the memories until Jeff got out of the car and opened the door for me. "Nat!" Aunt Braelyn ran up to me and gave me a big hug, "Sweetie, how are you, I'm so happy to see you, I miss you so much!"

The light scars show vividly against my tan skin. I turn to address everyone, “I won’t cover them up. I am sorry if they make you uncomfortable but I won’t let this monster change how I live my life and who I am. Have faith he has what is coming to him. I am proud of each mark because it was earned in the defense of my pack, of my family.” My pack members give a loud cheer then several make their way to give me a hug. (Lex POV)

“You're not going to tell me you regret me marking you as mine. Because I don't regret it. And damn me for wanting the perfect moment earlier. Because I have no idea what I was waiting for before giving you my mark. And so don't you dare apologize. I won't have it... any of it... unless it's you dropping down on all fours and begging me to spank you.” A laugh rippled out of me and he followed shortly after. “Okay, Cuddles?” “Okay,” I replied. I got out of the sheets to straddle him, hugging him tightly. I was now more captivated than before and with this mark, there was no way I could fight it. With Sasha nagging me to mark him right back and the mate pull going extra on me, there was no way

“He’s also kinda my mate.” The water she just swallowed from the bottle is now choking her as she coughs and bangs on her chest like some female Tarzan. “Whaaat?!” she says while still coughing up a lung, her face red and her eyes bulging out. “You’re…what the heck do you mean by kinda?!” “Trust me, that’s still my reaction,” I say and pop a cherry tomato into my mouth. “It’s what the Marking was all about; he’s acting like some sort of Alpha beast warning the rest of the male population to stay away.”

Stamped on the front: the crescent and three slashes. My stomach tightened. That mark is pack ink. It doesn’t belong in human soil. “That’s not supposed to be here,” I said, and I meant it in every way. A twig snapped behind the fence line, too close. A voice drifted over, amused. “Found something, witness?”

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

It’s brightly colored and I love knowing that I’m his and he’s mine, we finally completed the mate bond, and I couldn’t be any happier. Mia yawns in my head, “That knocked me out, is that our mark?!” “Yeah, it’s pretty beautiful isn’t it?” I smile. “It’s perfect,” she purrs. “Okay now, calm down,” I roll my eyes. “Nope, I’ll purr the whole day, maybe the entire week!” She’s buzzing with excitement. “If I have to hear you purr constantly and you make me purr in front of anyone, I mean ANYONE, I will down some wolfsbane. Yeah I know it’ll knock you out.”

For a while, we read in silence, the three of us, in the narrow library with the mountain light coming through the single window, and it was strange and warm and nothing like any version of this house I had lived in for six years. "Liam," I said, not looking up from the anchor bloodline text. "Yes," he said. "The Charter text," I said. "Is there a section on the removal of illegal marks?" A pause. "Chapter seven," he said. "I marked the page." He slid the book across. The page was marked with a small strip of paper on which he had written, in his precise handwriting, three relevant subsections. I looked at the notes. Then I looked at Kratavak.