Alpha's Cursed Twain
Vanessa said, looking at it.
“The Lunaris mark is never corrupted,” she said, and I panted.
“What do you mean?” I responded, feeling my heart beat increase.
“Here. The dark mark,” Vanessa said, touching the birthmark. It burned, and I groaned. Killian slapped her hand away, and I fell down onto his hard chest.
I followed her gaze, looking down at the mark, but it had disappeared. There was only a soft glow of the mark on my shoulder blade.
“That's odd. I saw it just now,” Vanessa said.
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