The Marked One Novels & Stories

I blinked. “A scent?” “Yes.” “That’s ridiculous.” “Perhaps.” “But people believe it.” I frowned. “What kind of scent?” Lyra’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Marked.” The word made my stomach tighten. “Marked how?” “Like someone has already claimed you.” My eyes stayed fixed on her. “That doesn’t make any sense.” No, she said without rushing. That wasn’t how it worked

“Yes. That’s exactly right.” “Speaking of the ring,” Marku stood and pulled off the emerald and gold ring wrapped around his pinky finger, just above his knuckle. It only took him two broad steps to reach me. Tension ran through Coal at Marku’s close proximity. Coal’s Wolf let out a low warning growl.

"Good girl. Bye, bye and I wish you good luck finding a new mate that's if anyone's willing to mark you." I let out a soft laugh, trying to put on an unbothered expression yet I can't take the provocation that threatens to break me apart. "Hey, couples." I snap my fingers and the two turn around to face me, their breaks scrunching up. "I wish your new mate gets fucked by a donkey and the pictures spread all over the internet, Ryker." Gasps erupt in the room and I raised my chin, a proud smile tugging at my lips.

This man is a womanizer Alpha and I just gave up my purity to the womanizer, but weird thing is… I never feel regret. “W…what is a marked thing, Kayden?” I asked towards him with my reddened face. Kayden smirked from what I asked him. He wrapped his hand around my waist and I could still feel his cock to my waist. “Marked is a thing that an Alpha usually do when they found their mate. What we did is not exactly marking, but just mating. I will need to asked your permission first before I marked you, Margarette.” Kayden uttered towards me and which made me to smile.

“Yeah.” We move slower. Hazel points with her chin. Ahead of us a scrap of cloth hangs from a twig where a sapling meets the path. It’s weathered gray, nothing to it, until the moon catches a smear on the weave. Red-brown, three strokes, clawed downward and splayed. Redmaw’s mark. It’s fresh. Wet where the threads bunch. We both stand there looking at it like it might start talking. “They’re inside the fence line,” Hazel whispers.

Tate sniffed the air casually as we walked, then remarked, "By the way, you reek of his scent." I gave him a dry look. "Good observation, genius. I have been marked." Tate's eyes widened with sudden excitement. "Whoa! Really? Did you mark him back too?" I gave him a deadpan, unblinking look. Tate blinked. "What? Are you seriously unhappy about being marked?"

LILA'S POV “What happened to your mark?” Theo's eyes moved over my face, and for a second he looked like he didn't understand what I was talking about. Then his gaze dropped to where I was staring. “My mark?” “The infinity mark.” I pointed towards his chest. “It was there before.” Theo looked down at his shirt, then he reached for the collar and pulled it aside, exposing the skin beneath it. I leaned closer. There was there My eyes moved over his chest again, at the dark infinity symbol he had showed me that day.

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.

Mark rasped his knuckles against the table hard. "One hundred and fifty going once. Going twice..." "Sold to Mr. Damian Sinclair. I hope you enjoy your one month long paradise getaway on the Amalfi coast." Applause ripples through the room. Everyone is clapping. I sit motionless. "Who are you even going to take with you? The red dress?" Mark muses. "Nah, she is not my type." "I guess I will have to find a volunteer." He says as he glances up to look at me from underneath his eyelashes for a second.