Omni Man Beating Mark Novels & Stories

Mark moves forward with stealthy steps, as if the air itself carried him in its arms. Suddenly, a man with black hair and a thick beard lunges at him. “Sam! Mark!” I shout, instantly on high alert. “Shh… calm down,” Sam hisses, raising his arm to my stomach, stopping me from moving forward. Mark turns sharply, lifting the man into the air, and while he screams, he slams him to the ground—hard enough to keep him immobile for hours, yet gentle enough to ensure he keeps breathing.

he said. He turned around and walked away from us, his luna and the remaining omegas running after him to catch up. After talking to him for only a few minutes I could see why most of the other alpha’s didn’t like dealing with him. Apparently his reputation for being an ass wasn’t an exaggeration. “Hi, my name is Mark. What is your name?” Mark took a step towards his mate who flinched and stepped backwards. His eyes were wide with fear and he was starting to shake. I wonder how many times this man has been beaten by members of his own pack.

the instructor snapped. Rafael released Torin with a snarl, his muzzle dripping blood, his chest heaving. Torin collapsed, his body shifting back to human form, his skin torn, his breath ragged. The crowd was silent for a second. Then the cheers started again, louder this time, hungrier. My stomach churned. The names flashed above the ring again. Zane vs. Mark. Mark finally moved, rolling his shoulders, his smirk never wavering. He didn’t even look at me, like I was already beaten, like I was already nothing.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”

“Thank you so much.” “You’re welcome, hon.” Mark touched her arm, so soft and careful. “Can the doctor look you over now?” “Yes.” “OK.” He stepped back. “I’ll be out in the hall.” Everyone nodded, and he left the room, closing the door behind him. Once he got outside, he exhaled a hard, angry breath. Goddammit, what he wouldn’t give to be alone with Rick Mayer, just for five minutes. The man beat on a woman so much smaller and weaker than himself, and hurt her easily – and Mark wondered how the dickhead would hold his own against another man. A bigger, stronger, more pissed-off man. A man like Mark.

Mark announced, his low, velvety rumble resonating through the microphone system like a clap of thunder. He didn't care about the live television broadcast. He didn't care about Eleanor’s furious, warning glare. He stepped right between us, his large hand snapping out with a brutal, force to wrap around David's wrist. With one smooth, terrifyingly powerful twist of his fingers, Mark forcefully broke David’s grip off my upper arm, stepping forward to position his broad chest as an impenetrable iron shield directly in front of me.

The guards, circling him like wolves scenting weakness, were performing their duty; they dared not back down or go against me. “I said don’t touch me!” Grant snarled, his voice echoing off the marble walls like a thunderclap. The guards hesitated for half a beat, but my orders were clear. They lunged for him again, determination was written in every line of their faces. Grant didn’t wait to see how it would play out. He moved like a hurricane—quick, brutal, and unstoppable. With a single sweeping motion, he sent the nearest guard sprawling to the floor. The sound of the man’s body hitting the ground was sickeningly loud, but I got up abruptly, taken aback by the audacity of the man.

Anders growled as he lunged for Xander, but was stopped in his tracks when Mark appeared in front of him. The Omega came up onto his toes and placed his hand on the angry Bear's face, and just like magic, Anders melted. His lips tugged up as he looked at Mark like a lovesick bear. The Omega sucked a breath in when Anders reached down, grabbed the back of his thighs, and lifted him off his feet. Mark's arms and legs quickly wrapped around his mate and happily hummed when their lips connected. His breath was taken from him when Anders tongue dove into his mouth.

Matt roared. “I miss you too.” Emma burst into laughter. “Mark, attack him!” The man ordered, rushing towards Matt with a flaring nose. He was much larger and taller than Matt. As he jumped on him, they both fell to the ground. The stick fell of Matt’s hand. Mark placed his hands against Matt’s neck and Matt did the same. “Matt!” Stella cried louder. “Shut the fuck up!” Emma smashed her on the head with her elbow. Matt tightened his grasp until the other man released his hands from Matt. “Being strong is way more useful than being tall.” Matt smirked before he rolled Mark around. He grabbed the stick again and hit his right in the head.