Prisoner Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

He even came to me, asking if I wanted to pick out tokens for our mate bond ceremony. At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance. I had no idea my final act of hope would become my prison. I died because I was too soft-hearted in love.

Mason told me the only reason they have a kitchen is for when the vampire king has human guests around. We lie to the guards, saying it's time for Mom to eat. “Hi, Mason. How are you doing today?” the guard in front of the dungeon says. Luckily, Mason’s good friends with him. He’ll allow me to enter without making a fuss. “I’m doing well. How are you doing, Sam?” Mason asks. “I’m good. You must be here to give the prisoner in cell 201 her food.” “Yes.” “Open the tray,” he says, and Mason does as he asks. He checks the tray for sharp objects. Once he’s sure that there is none he clears us to go in.

To her credit, she doesn’t collapse. “Accept it,” she whispers. “I always loved you, Priscilla. Always. I, Alpha Dylan Clark, accept your rejection,” he says and this time, her knees give out. Detective Timothy growls beside me then leaps to catch her before she hits the ground. I hear her gasp, but I focus on Dylan. “Alpha Dylan, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to commit murder of Alpha Royal, Luna Jessica, and Alpha heir Theodore. For your crimes, I sentence you to death.”

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

Damien’s cool and indifferent voice growled behind me and I turned around with the scissors in my hand ready to stab him but he pinned me to the wall again. “ I said, I will kill you and you are a bastard to force a mark on me. You have no right to mark me.” I tried to stab him but my hands were locked by his large one and he pinned me above my head with one hand and the other one wrapped around my neck. “ I have every right to do whatever I can to you. You are mine, My property.” He growled, his body vibrating with his growl and his anger. He partially shifted as his canines elongated and his claws painfully dug around my neck and my wrists.

Damian shook his head, “Don’t take me to the hospital. Just take me home and call Doctor Ivan.” “But you have been shot. How could I not take you to the hospital?” “Just do as I say, okay. The bullet did not pierce me.” Mark had already been apprehended by the police, and his gun had been taken away. He looked at Damian, who was sprawled on the floor and spat, “Damian, you got lucky today, but I don’t miss my target twice. Next time, I will surely hit the bull’s eye.” Aria walked over and slapped Mark across the face. She used so much strength that she felt her hand become numb, “One more word from your filthy mouth and I will make sure that you never see the light of day again.”

I blinked slowly, trying to take in the sight as red-hot fury burned through me. “Bella. What is this?” I growled after marching toward the prisoner, staring down my nose at her as the guards forced her head up, sending a wave of satisfaction through me when I saw the large purple and red bruises marking the leathery skin. “Your Majesty, we have good reason to believe the general let the prisoner go. We also have reason to believe she was working with Markov. The rogue, to double-cross you,” Alfred hissed, and I exhaled a shaky breath as his words turned to static in my ears.

“Good girl.” “Keep that up and we won’t be making it to Mark.” I warned. “I wouldn’t complain.” Damian muttered, but he did let go and walked beside me. The prison was in front of us so we didn’t talk long in silence. “Princess. Queen Nina asked us to move him to the interview room so he is there.” A guard told me. “Perfect. We will go there.” He nodded as he walked us to the interview room and opened the door. Mark was sitting there, chained to the desk, sporting a beautiful black and purple eye.

Her breathing was heavy. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize when I made those marks. You know, in the heat of passion, I lose control, and these things happen," he feigned ignorance. "You're a cynic. You marked me as if I were cattle." "Cattle? Ha, ha, ha, that's a good one."

What is your mission in my territory," I asked "We were sent to rescue some of your prisoners." One of the men said, his name was Sean. "We have lots of prisoners, be specific," I replied "The scientist." He muttered "Just him or do you plan on rescuing all the other human prisoners we have here," Mark asked. "We don't care about anyone else aside from the scientist. We were paid a large sum of money to rescue him, the others can die and rot here with the rest of you." The asshole muttered, even though he was chained hands and feet he was still an arrogant brat.