Novel & Cerita The Mark Of Cain Book

Cain said moving us further in and by the way he had been talking to his brother it was clear that he had taken his revenge on him all night. Maybe that’s why his eyes looked so heavy and sleepless. “You mean that the ‘Mark of Shame’ on him isn’t a real one?” I asked feeling slightly relieved and disappointed all at once. “I am not as bad as you think I am, I had been drugged yesterday making me in turn act a certain way by drugging you as well,” Clay barely managed to say out as he strained to look at the two of us. Staring at the burnt scar on his head, that looked like the real one I wondered if what he had said was the truth. Who could be so cunning as to drug him, a candidate as the fut

He picked a table close to the wall. He’s ready to call Cela on the phone when he realized she’s already there. “Go ahead. It’s about a book right?” Cela said to Noah. “Yes. I want to dedicate a book for my late fiancée and our unborn daughter,” he said. Cela was moved instantly. She finds herself wanting to know all about them. “She passed away while giving birth to our first child but both of them didn’t survive,” he continued. Nate watches Cela from where he sits. It’s been many years since he last saw her and although he knows her feature by heart, he can tell that she’s improved so much over the years. She looks so much happier and healthier now than before.

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Cain sighed as he hopped onto the rock and rolled onto his back to enjoy the sunshine. ‘Do you remember how it was the day you left her at the hideout? It was a little bit like this,’ Cain said. ‘Giving her the mark was just a formality, but she was already ours, Jax. Maybe we should stop wasting time and go back to her. What other choice do you have?’ It looked like no one was giving him a choice at all. His anger faded even though he hadn’t killed anything.

"And I am not so easily won." I felt the shift before I saw him—the subtle pressure change in the air, the sudden stillness of the wolves nearest the entrance. Every head turned. Cain stood in the doorway, filling it with his presence. He had dressed, but barely—a leather vest open over his chest, his arms bare, his hair still tousled from my fingers. The mark I'd left on his shoulder was visible, a raw crescent of teeth. His eyes found mine across the hall, and the corner of his mouth lifted.

They whine, but obey. Caden doesn’t stop. He grabs me, slams me against the wall, my feet dangling in the air as his breath scorches my face. Cain is right beneath the surface — wild, possessive. Ailm lunges forward, ready to strike — but we both know he won’t hurt us. And somehow, contact with him ignites every nerve in my body. “You are not to wear another man’s scent. Do you understand me?” he snarls. His voice reverberates through the cave. My mouth goes dry, his scent wrapping around me like a storm. If he weren’t so angry, this might actually be enjoyable.

When he finds what he’s looking for, he holds the letter up, putting it close to the bones, then pulling it away again. “Take a look at this,” he says. I squat down beside him. “See those marks in the rib bones.” “Yes,” I say. He takes the paper and turns it until I can see what he’s showing me. The marks are the same width apart, and there are scratches on the several ribs where Althea’s claws scraped across Derrick’s ribs when she stabbed him.

They rode into the city with arms linked. Every draynor they passed caught the scent of the new mate mark on her, still fresh, still rich and the reactions ranged from delighted to stunned. Some offered congratulations: “Blessings on your bond!” “Beautifully done, strong mark!” Others whispered more bluntly: “She marked him?” “Why choose Cain? Of all people…” Avi squeezed his arm a little tighter each time she heard one. Cain pretended not to react but the way he held her hand told her everything.

A small, distinct groove along the edge of the pages caught my eye. It was a child’s bite mark. My pulse roared in my ears as I turned to Caius. “This is mine. You see the bite mark? I did that!” Caius peered down at it, then raised an eyebrow. “So, you were a feral child.” I shot him a glare, but my grip tightened on the book. Carefully, I flipped through the pages. My gut was screaming something fierce right now, and I couldn’t ignore it. This book was here for a damn reason. It had to be.

"I can't mark her." A look of confusion swept over her face. "Why not, Cain? I'm sure if you explained to her the importance of it-“ "The importance doesn't matter," He growled, his arms unraveling and his fists clenching. "When my mouth gets anywhere near her neck, the last thing that crosses my mind is marking her." Evelyn paled, realizing what he meant. Cain shook his head as he saw her reaction. "Like I said, this is none of your business."