Omni Man Beats Up Mark Novels & Stories

Why did she act the way she did? Book number 2: MARK It’ll always be you SYNOPSIS Eleven years have passed since he saw her for the last time. Today, Mark is a successful man. He has the money, is an important CEO and a real estate mogul with powerful friends everywhere. And He's a man who could have the woman he wants with the snap of his fingers. The only problem is that none of those women is Olivia. None of them has been able to make him forget his love for the woman who hurt him in the past, not even his ex.” fiancée.

He staggered to his feet and in fear, attempted to flee out of the ward, and perhaps out of the hospital to tell the world what he saw and witnessed. "Forgive me, Warlord, for my previous actions. I do not wish to provoke you into anger." He bowed multiple times, trembling in fear, not waiting for my response as he made his way to the doorway to leave. I glanced at Mark, who had been watching him speak in cowardice, unlike a few moments ago when his voice sparked bravely and commanded control over an assumed weak Omega, clenching his fists in annoyance, ready to pounce on him. "And where do you think you are going?" Mark pulled the doctor back with a heavy, jaw-breaking punch, leaving him wi

It was as if a famished wolf, starved for a long time, appeared before my eyes, lashing out and pouncing towards its prey. Taking a deep breath, I slowly closed my eyes. Despite my composed state, Karma's speed didn't decrease. The corners of her mouth turned up, as if she had already envisioned me falling off the stage in a state of disarray. "Go to hell!" Karma growled, extending his palm just before making contact with me. At that precise moment, my eyes snapped open, locking onto Karma as my other hand reached up. Snap! With a crisp thud, Karma swept past me, hurtling down the raised platform before collapsing to the ground in a heap. The onlookers stared incredulously at the unexpected

he hissed, his face inches from mine. Suddenly, a furious, guttural roar cut through the pounding club music, vibrating through the very floorboards. “Get your fucking hands off her!” The hallway seemed to explode. Mark appeared out of the shadows like a force of nature. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed the leader by the back of his collar and yanked him away from me with terrifying strength. Before the man could even scream, Mark’s fist connected with his jaw in a sickening, wet crack. The guy dropped like a sack of stones, unconscious before he hit the floor.

“Taryn, if you so much as touch Wynette or harm any member of this pack again, I won’t let you leave here alive.” A hollow ache spread through my chest, making it hard to breathe. I responded numbly, “You’re overthinking. My wolf is already too broken to fight even an Omega.” But he didn’t hear me—or he simply chose not to. I didn’t go to dinner with them. I told Gwen I had some personal matters to attend to. In truth, I was broke and still bound to the rogue wolves’ control. They hadn’t allowed me to return alone. I was still their slave.

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.

He had to claim her alive, or it would serve no purpose. “I see both of us understand the rules of this room, Blackwood” Mark mocked, clenching his fists in his human form. “Let's fight like men, then. Let's see if you're so strong without your laboratory tricks.” “I don't need claws to crush a pup like you, Mark” Killian responded to him, his voice coming out cold, loaded with a promise of pain that made the room's air tense. Without giving time for more discussions, Mark advanced with a brutal speed and attacked first.

In the center of the space, chaos unfolded. Mark was a blur of movement. His fists were raw, knuckles bleeding as he drove them again and again into the thick bodies of the four men before him. The men didn’t fight back. They barely moved. One of them staggered with each blow, blood trailing down from a split lip, another keeled over as Mark’s knee collided with his ribs. But none of them lifted a hand to defend themselves.

Each one of them were cultivators of an extraordinary rank. "So you decided to call for backup? I guess you must really be an embarrassment of a man if you can't even fight your own battles. You are not only weak, but you can only assert your dominance on helpless women. I really pity you," Warren said. Mark didn't care anymore. He wanted all of them dead, and that's what he ordered his henchmen to do. Before they could move an inch, Warren appeared behind the man, sword in his hand and the blade on the man's neck. It happened so fast, none of them had time to react.

I lunged forward, aiming a clumsy fist at his face. It was a huge mistake. Gorok dodged easily and slammed his elbow into my ribs. A blinding flash of pain shot through my side, and I collapsed onto my hands and knees. The Omegas immediately descended. Kicks landed on my back, my legs, and my sides. The lean Omega pinned my arm with a heavy boot. I curled into a ball, trying to protect my head and vital organs. I gritted my teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing me beg or scream. The beating was brief but brutal.