My Little Pony: Make Your Mark Chapter 7 소설 & 이야기

“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?”

After a while, mum, dad, Luke, Levi, Ella and Selena all give me warm hugs. The relief on their faces made my heart swell with love. I make a promise to myself never to be selfish again and to make them proud for the rest of my days. Mia gives me water and I glad. My throat was parched. Mtungagore then appears and starts telling us how the mark will help us locate Summer. I am so glad that we have him on our side. His power scares me. I personally would not want him for an enemy.

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.”

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

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.

I touched the mark on my neck,still a little dazed. Back when I thought my mate would only ever be Andrew,I never could have imagined being marked by someone else. Last night,after Austin's relentless persuasion,I'd agreed to let him mark me—so he'd have something to show his family. Austin studied the mark on my neck. "Let's go see my parents together.Otherwise my mom will keep thinking I'm making it all up." This marking felt strangely unreal. Three years ago,there'd been a grand wedding—all the ceremony and none of the substance.No mark.All of it had been a performance for an audience,a facade of happiness.

Matilda swallowed hard and tried standing up, but he pulled her back to the couch. “I know how scared you must be, but I'm also aware of how much you seek popularity and once I become the Alpha… I will certainly fulfill your wish” Mark muttered and trailed his finger on her face which hadn't aged. “I just need your help in creating an undefeatable force. We require more of that potion and spells from you, I wanted to build an army of the dead” Mark said with a mischievous smile. “An army of what!” “We require forces that Kingston can't kill, and you will help me in making them, but first, let's find Phoebe,” Mark replied and released her arm.