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Mark stood up straight before scanning him from head to toe, "Don't talk if you don't want to," He turned around to leave. What a weird guy! Why was he talking in that tone? It was as if he owed him something." Just as he took a step to walk away, Ethan grabbed his wrist before tugging him towards himself. Compared to Ethan who was the captain of the special force team, Mark was not that strong physically. And soon he found himself pinned to the wall, Ethan had one of his hands on the wall next to him while his other hand was still holding his hand.

“Because why would the mighty alpha need a woman with power on his side when he’s already more powerful?” The words hit me like a slap. I stare at him. “Your dad thinks I’m powerful?” Elijah lets out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “Hails, you are powerful. It’s no secret. Just like Humphrey told you. Those with special marks? They’re meant for great things. And they all have something in common—power. You’re just getting into things, but I promise you, you’re going to get there.” I let out a slow, disbelieving breath, shaking my head. “Okay. Fine. But I still don’t get what any of this has to do with being mated.”

“Like someone I used to know.” I ignored that. “What do you mean you know how to help your brother?” I asked. The General stopped beside Lord Marco. “The reason he is getting weaker,” he said, “is because I am getting stronger.” “The impact of the explosion hit me, not him,” he continued. “So if you want him to regain consciousness, you must give me what he once gave me. The thing that weakened my body.” He looked up at me. “If I weaken again,” he said, “he will at least wake.”

Didn't flicker. "Careful, Marco," Mark said softly. "Insults have consequences." "So do weaknesses." Vincent shifted in his seat, his hand moving subtly toward his jacket. The other men noticed. Tension ratcheted up another notch. *This is going to explode,* I thought distantly. *Someone's going to die tonight.* "Jessy isn't a weakness," Mark said, his voice still terrifyingly calm. "She's a reminder that I can have anything I want. That I control everything in my world—including the beautiful things. Can you say the same, Antonio?"

Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power. Alpha Dean’s jaw tightened. “The chosen one,” he muttered, voice low, reverent. “The mark that the packs have sought for generations.” The princes exchanged wide-eyed glances. Silas whispered, “It’s real…” while Cassian muttered, “Impossible.” But Loretta was weeping now, her elegant mask shattered. “My daughter,” she whispered, though her words trembled with uncertainty. “My lost child bore this mark too. But hers… hers was faint, so faint I feared it meant nothing. Yet here you stand, with the crescent burning bold upon your skin…”

I tried to push myself up, but a sharp kick to my side sent me rolling all over the floor. Another blow to my ribs. Then another. The pain was unbearable, like fire spreading through my body. I couldn’t breathe. I heard Kieran groan behind me, still unconscious. It was like he knew I was in pain, but how would he stand up, having been terribly beaten? I can't let them win! I won't let them win! “You're just a Luna.” Mark laughed. “You're weak and nothing compared to me, and I will beat the fuck out of you.”

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

The crowd assumed they were just bystanders, unaware Thea was the person Margo had challenged. "Logan’s arm is ridiculously thick," Mark remarked, staring at the hulking figure. Aaron scoffed, "Looks like he’s been taking hormone supplements—or maybe implants. It’s all for show." Thea smirked knowingly. "Imitation strength. It's nothing impressive." "Aren't we going?" Mark excitedly wanted to fight so badly. It had been so long since he had fought with someone other than Aaron and Kevin, whose strength was known to him already. Thea glanced at the time and then at Mark. She smiled as she felt Mark's excitement building up. He might get upset if there isn't a fight.

Victor stumbled back, his arrogant demeanor crumbling. "That's impossible," he snarled. "Guess you underestimated me," I said, my voice dripping with anger. But I wasn't finished yet. I turned to Eric and concentrated all of my concentration on his shackles. The mark burned harder and brighter, making it feel like my entire arm was on fire. The shackles started to fracture. Victor's eyes expanded. "No!" He lifted his palm again, calling the shadows, but they were slower and weaker. The light from my mark appeared to repel them, forming a barrier between Eric and me.

As the seconds stretched, I held onto his hand as if it were a lifeline, a lifeline to a truth that had remained hidden for too long. His immense strength was undeniable, a quality that I had come to recognize in him. It was evident that he wasn't a person one could easily manage; his presence commanded attention and respect. What intrigued me, even more, were the myriad of bruises that adorned his body like marks of his battles. These marks told a story of his tenacity and an unconventional strategy, for it was apparent that he allowed his adversaries to harm him deliberately. It was a deliberate choice, a calculated move to absorb their blows, as though he believed that by withholding his