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It was really annoying because he could see her gentle smile each time he closed his eyes. Ace wished he couldn't mark her. He cursed himself a million times for being carried away by emotions. Ace got carried away by the love that he had for his mate because he had been longing to see her for years. That's why he decided to mark her. Ace wanted the fucking world to know that he was his, exclusively his. The destined mate that he had been looking for. The door clicked open and Alexander walked inside Ace's room. Alexander was the only person who could stand Ace when he was in that condition.

The air becomes thick with tension as a dark figure emerges from the shadows. "You have come far, brave travelers," the figure says, its voice dripping with malice. "But your journey ends here." Amelia's heart races, recognizing the voice. It is none other than Markas, a former ally turned betrayer who had vanished without a trace. "Markas, what have you done? Why have you allied yourself with the ancient evil?" Markas smirks, his eyes filled with wickedness. "Power. That's what I seek. The ancient evil promised me riches beyond your wildest dreams, Amelia. You and your companions are insignificant in comparison."

“When blood and moon entwine in flame, a child of dusk shall bear the name. Marked by fire, bound by light, She’ll rise to end or heal the night. Hearts will burn, and shadows reign, The world remade through love and pain. The flame will choose — the goddess’s twin, To cleanse the sin… or fall within.” The words made her skin crawl. She looked up at Eldritch. “It speaks of Nova.” He nodded slowly. “The Marked by Moonfire. I saw it the moment she crossed your gates. The light around her — it’s not of this world.”

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

Victor stumbled back, his arrogant demeanor crumbling. "That's impossible," he snarled. "Guess you underestimated me," I said, my voice dripping with anger. But I wasn't finished yet. I turned to Eric and concentrated all of my concentration on his shackles. The mark burned harder and brighter, making it feel like my entire arm was on fire. The shackles started to fracture. Victor's eyes expanded. "No!" He lifted his palm again, calling the shadows, but they were slower and weaker. The light from my mark appeared to repel them, forming a barrier between Eric and me.

Mark let out a cynical laugh, wiping a thread of blood from his chin with a slow movement of his neck, which cracked rhythmically. His eyes reflected the effect of Silas's drug. “I came for what belongs to me, Blackwood” Mark hissed, taking a slow step toward the interior of the room. “Your security is trash. Your men are dead in the hallway and your precious Beta is bleeding out next to the stairs. Your laboratory reign is over. Hand over Ivy if you don't want me to burn you alive in this room.”

How Alpha Lawrence had managed to run his pack without any of them and still accomplish the title as the most feared pack was beyond anyone’s knowledge. Alpha Lawrence watched the older woman with careful eyes, judging her every movement, she looked harmless, weak even and as she cradled a decomposing corpse in her arms, he sneered in disgust. As she cradled her sister's head to her chest, whispering quiet incantation, she had tilted her neck a little to the side and the mark was visible. It was an infinity sign that was the trademark of the most dangerous and powerful line of black witches. The Doom Family.

There, in the darkest part of the room, his glowing red eyes connected with my green ones. “Run along now," I warned the young lad. “And get some water," I finished. With my eyes paired with my mate's, I walked towards him. The crowd parted like I was Moses, and they were the Red Sea, clearing a path, so I could go towards him. Sitting on his chair made of his victim's bones, he leaned forward. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the corner. The smirk he had on his face, which some would call a smile, was a Sinister sign of how wicked and dirty his heart and mind were. He grinned wider, moving his hand to his trousers.