Omni Man Beating Mark Novels & Stories

Once it is open, he scans the room before rushing towards the outside door. When he makes it to the outside, I must switch screens and I lose him for a split second before he reappears and this time, he has someone behind him. I wish I could tell him, but before I know it, he is overtaken and is down on the ground. With him down, I don’t know if he is dead or just unconscious, but either way the man turns around and I see Omega Jonathan staring at the camera.

Zhane asked in anger. “Yeah.” Mark sighed. “They are my neighbors.” “You know you can fight them right? Just give it a try”! Zhane blurted in anger. Mark was taken aback a little, but he didn’t budge. “I know that now. I knocked two of them out. I only got a lip bleed in return.” Mark chuckled, feeling weirdly relieved to have finally stood up for himself. “You think this is a joke?” Zhane asked, in a little louder voice.

He caught all my attacks right before they landed. It was frustrating. Tiring. Giving up wasn't an option. I needed just one thing — an opening. An opening to land a fatal blow. “Go harder, you fool. Would you rather be thrashed mercilessly by Kade?” No! I didn't want that. Never! My strength intensified, my breath coming in short ragged gasps. Finally, I got an opening. Right around his belly. Just to the left. I went right in, a loud groan ringing from Mark's lips. He fell to the ground, hand clutching his side.

The other opponent hardly retaliated. "Hey, push him to the ropes. Use a clinch hold, man. Then use knees, stomps, elbows and punches," yelled Alexander. The one who hardly retaliated quickly adopted his suggestion before his opponent could register what was being said. He easily dominated him and beat him to submission. Loud claps could be heard from behind Alexander. He turned around and came face to face with none other than Mark Orbitz. "I'm very impressed with you, young man," he said, coming closer. Eric Parker came forward and introduced himself.

Sure enough, buried among a stack of completed emails was my application to leave the pack. His signature was right there, plain as day. The date was the same day we ran into each other at the pack administration office. That day, all of Marcus's attention had been on Clara. He hadn't even bothered to ask why I had come to the administration office in the first place. Thinking back to the sudden, unexplained tightness in his chest a few days earlier, he finally understood. That had been the moment the mate bond was severed. Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead.

He must've thought Brenda called in his cavalry. "Oh! Mr. Romano!" Mark practically sprinted over, bowing and scraping like a dog. His face twisted into a massive, groveling smile. "You came in person? I was just thinking, a trivial matter like this shouldn't bother a man of your stature!" Romano said nothing. His face was pale as a ghost. He just stared dead at Mark like he was looking at a walking corpse. But Mark was too wrapped up in his own ego to notice. He shot a smug look at Brenda, who was still slumped on the floor shaking. He immediately puffed out his chest, playing the tough guy.

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

But it didn’t. I walked back, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I could taste blood. I told myself not to cry. I was used to this. I was used to being nothing. Still, something inside me cracked. Mark sauntered up confidently. He stepped into the pool, held up a silver chain, and before the orb could even rise, a red light burst around him. Fire. He smirked and turned to the crowd. “That’s how it’s done.” Then he turned to me. “Take a good look, half-breed. This is probably the last place you’ll ever see before you’re kicked out.”

She swings. I duck. Suddenly, a rush floods my head. Sound sharpens, then everything hums louder. This time I push her harder, making her drop to one knee. People are shouting now. Footsteps. Gasps. Mara lifts her eyes toward mine, shock written across every part of her expression. “You think this makes you strong? You're just a filthy omega born and the only reason you're this strong is because of his mark.” she spits. “No,” I say, chest heaving. “I'm not just strong because he marked me but I am his mate so respect yourself and back the fuck off.”

I was about to suggest a distraction when Mark intentionally rubbed on another guys genitals. “Fucker! Watch what you are doing!” His arm came up and punched Mark straight in the jaw. Mark positioned himself so after he got hit, he fell between the guards and against Joe. “WHOA!” Someone yelled out. By the time Mark opened his eyes, he was being hoisted up by the collars. “What is going on here?” “This fucker touched my dick!” The man that hit Mark was also being held by the collar. “I was walking to see the wolf! I didn’t touch shit!” Mark spit out. He struggled against the hold but I could tell it was a feeble attempt.