The Marked One Romane & Geschichten

Was she playing with me or something? “You are a problem to this pack,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. “Her mark only drags trouble to our doorstep.” "That's enough Renard!" Zio who has been been avoiding looking at me finally spoke up "You don't get to tell me to stop Alessandro! You had one job!, to keep this brat in check so she won't bring trouble to us." She stood up anger seeming from her

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

'I got this' I assured him. "Would you like to tell me about your mate?" I asked changing the topic. "What has that got to do with this?" He asked. "Is she tall and beautiful? Dark haired? kind and sweet?" I teased him waiting for a reaction and I wasn't disappointed. He struggled to break free from the chain but it only burned him more. Something told me it was silver. "She is dead" he lied. In the book I was reading when the mate of a mated wolf dies the mate mark begins to slowly fade. But his was still burning.

It was a warning. The woman who’d greeted us, their leader, moved with the kind of grace that made your instincts scream prey even when you knew better. She stopped at the heart of the camp and turned sharply. “Your names,” she demanded. Roman stepped forward first. “Roman Vale.” A ripple of recognition moved through the Hollowfangs. His reputation traveled farther than I’d realized. Then her gaze landed on me. Her smile curved slowly and sharp. “And you. The blood-marked one.”

Alone. Marked.

She gasps, "Is it the man who marked you? You were running from him, right?" I nod, "Yup, can you explain this marked and mate thing? I don't get it." Her mouth formed an 'O' She shook her head in disbelief before speaking carefully while watching my expression. "Marked is the symbol on your neck that proves to all unmated males that you have a man...um how do I put this, whenever any male sees this, they'll back off because they'll know you already belong to someone. And that brings us to why Rakel is mad because you are supposed to be his mate, his soulmate. You're supposed to bear his mark, not someone else's."

Alpha Mark is the top. But.....If the two marked each other then there is still hope that Zack is the top. Zack. You must be the top. All my money's on you buddy. Or so I hope. He let out a loud cough, attracting unwanted stares. I grab a napkin, handing it over to him. "You are not the only one who got marked. you mark him too,right?" He slowly nods and a smile spreads across m lips. There is still a chance. Thank goodness there wish still a chance.