My Mate Replaced Me On Marking Ceremony Novels & Stories

"What do you want to know?" I twisted my hands together but my fingers felt cold. "The marking ceremony. What's it like?" His expression softened. Lines smoothed around his eyes. "Sit down." I sat on one of the exam tables. The paper covering crinkled under me loud in the small room. Corin pulled up a chair as he faced me. "The mark is sacred," he began. "When mates bite each other's necks, it creates a permanent bond. Stronger than the mate connection. It links your souls, your life forces. Everything."

CLAIRE’S POV: Two weeks came very quickly. And it's finally the day of our marking ceremony. I could hardly sleep all night and the moment I opened my eyes in the morning, my heart was already beating so fast I could almost hear it echo in my head. Today wasn’t just any other day—it was my marking ceremony. The day I would officially become Theo’s Luna. I didn't want to go to the hall from Theo's place. So I went back to my apartment.

I felt a moment of suffocation, surprised that even in death, I could still feel pain. Ethan's expression changed instantly. "Why choose that particular day?" Confusion colored Damien's voice. "Is there a problem with the date?" "No, no problem. I'll be there on time." After hanging up, Ethan spoke to my urn, "Emily, did you hear that? He scheduled his marking ceremony with Sarah for that day." "But that's the day of your funeral!" Yes, the day of my funeral. But Damien and I had dissolved our mate bond. He was free to choose any day for his ceremony with Sarah.

This was… The setting for a marking ceremony. In the center of it all, Mason and Olivia stood in formal black-and-gold ceremonial attire, smiling as they greeted their guests. No… My heart sank. “Mommy, look!” Lily exclaimed, pointing. “Daddy and Aunt Olivia are waiting for us!” I was about to stop her when Mason’s voice echoed through the hall: “Thank you all for attending to witness my marking ceremony with Olivia.” Marking ceremony?! I was paralyzed. This wasn’t a birthday banquet—it was the marking ritual of Mason and Olivia!

I had to pull myself together. I stood up and forced a smile. "Don't worry about me. Life there is hard, but it's free. I'll be alright." As I was leaving the Royal City, a line of carriages was moving in the opposite direction, loaded down with goods. "Careful with those! Those are for the Heir's and Lady Evelyn's Marking Ceremony!" I looked away and kept walking out the gates. At the gates of the Outer Reach, it was a different scene. A crowd had gathered to see me. When they saw me in my plain clothes, they shook their heads in disdain.

Caine Black and I were in love for seven years. From our first meeting at the Imperial Academy to being officially recognized by both packs as promised mates, I thought we would be together forever. That certainty lasted until the day before our marking ceremony, when I canceled it. The priest stared at me in shock. "Eileen, the marking ceremony is in twelve hours. Are you sure you don't want to wait for Caine to come back?" I gently unclasped the pendant from my neck, the one that symbolized the Luna's status, and shook my head. "No. "He's under the northern lights on the Ice Plains right now, completing a marking ceremony with his first love."

“And the only one in this house I plan on talking to is her.” That suits me fine. She’s the best company here, and she can’t even talk yet. Jaime drags a kitchen chair in from the table and plants it beside Ian’s armchair. “Quick intermission, everybody! We’ve got technical problems.” As far as I can tell, that means moving a lamp a little to the left while Mom tops up everybody’s rum. Cormac gets the new seat. It has a short leg, and I’m not telling him. Mom hands him a mug, smiling, and I don’t warn him about Dad’s measuring either.

"You delayed our Marking Ceremony thirty-two times for Ivy. You humiliated me in public and nearly killed me for a 'fake heir.' Now that I’ve found an Alpha a hundred times stronger than you, what right do you have to bark at me?" "And let's get one thing straight." "We never completed the Mark. We never formed the Bond. Under Werewolf Law, I am not your Mate." "I am a free wolf. Whoever I choose to bed is my business." "You and that lying, manipulative Ivy deserve each other. So lock yourselves away and rot together. Don't come near me." Ethan choked on his breath, seemingly stunned by my defiance. "What did you say? You want to sever ties completely?" "I forbid it! You are an S-Rank warrio

Full of life. "I'm proud of you," he said. "For what?" "For everything. For this place. For the changes. For not giving up." I touched his face. "I didn't do it alone." "No," he agreed. "You didn't." --- The marking ceremony was held that night. The great hall was full. Not with warriors. Not with enemies. With friends. With family. With people who had survived. The brothers stood before me. Lucius. Salias. Jax. Their marks were visible. Golden. Pulsing.

They probably aren't happy that they are not standing beside the Alpha of the pack, being announced as his mate. An elder takes over the mic from him after a long time and it was finally time to mark me. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his sharp canines sink into my shoulder and it happened, within a flash. He lapped on the area he wanted to mark before sinking his canines deep into my shoulder. The pain made me winch out loudly, but in all, I realized that I have been finally marked. Finally taken. The thought made butterflies fill up my stomach. T B C