The Marked One Novels & Stories

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

*Mark. The word landed differently than it should have. Not bureaucratic. Not procedural. Something older. Something that made my skin heat and my spine pull in two directions at once. "What does it mean," I said. "To be marked." His eyes found mine. The gold didn't flash this time. It stayed. --- "You found it," he said finally. His voice was careful in the way voices are careful when the speaker is managing something large. "You knew it was here." "My patrol found the blood this morning."

Deep in the heart of the Grand Gallery blinked a tiny red dot. La marque. Romano was keeping his prey on a very tight leash tonight. Wisely so. Jimmy Davis had proven himself one cool customer.

"Breaking into her space. Reading her private thoughts." "She's not here to care anymore." "Isn't she?" Something flickered across his face. Too fast to read. "You marked her." The words came out flat. Certain. "Don't try to deny it. Sienna saw the mark. Smelled your scent on her. Three days after she supposedly left, she was still here. Still bound to you." Kade was quiet for a long moment. Then he moved further into the room, his movements careful. Controlled. "Yes," he finally said. "I marked her."

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

He continued listing my schedule, but my mind drifted elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about the mark on Alera’s neck. I knew the consequences. I knew what it meant. I had told her I wanted her to be my Luna. Those weren’t empty words. But she was already marked, by that bastard. And not just marked… cursed. “Alpha Rex, are you here?” Philips’ voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yes?” I turned to face him. “I was talking, but it seems your mind wasn’t here. Is something wrong?” he asked, concern furrowing his brows.

That was something Marcus would never understand in his lifetime. His gaze darkened. After a long hesitation, he took a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a delicate moonstone ring. "Can we start over?" The moonstone ring was the symbol of a Luna. But the first time he marked me, he had casually given me an ordinary ring, claiming he had lost the moonstone one. But I had always known the truth. He had kept this ring carefully all along, waiting for the day the Luna he had always wanted would finally appear.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

But the world spun anew, heavy with shadows and murmurs. Kael’s admonition echoed in my head: Don’t trust anyone. Especially not the ones that smile at you. And Lucien was smiling. As Rory’s skin prickles with invisible fire, Lucien tilts his head, crimson eyes blazing into her soul. “You’re the Marked One,” he whispers. “And that means you belong to me.” The door creaked open, and for a second I thought maybe the wrong room had been assigned to me.

“I don’t know! You tell me! You’re the one with the ridiculous theories.” “Look here, I know that that short girl is not my mate!” I growled. “Who? Azalea? That’s who you marked?” he asked wide-eyed. “Yeah!” I confirmed. “But she’s unmarked,” he frowned. “What the fuck do you mean? I marked her,” I said in confusion. “Her scent only has one scent. She doesn’t even have a mate mark. She has a tattoo on her shoulder though,” he pointed out. I shook my head. “That’s ridiculous!”