MARKED BY HIS WOLF
Asha finds herself in the middle of the mating grounds where the mating night is supposed to take place. Confused, and trying to escape a crime she thinks she committed, she runs away from silver Crest pack.
Fate then leads her to a dying stranger at a river bank. Healing him of his wounds, a glitch occurs and now his wolf lives in her.
...
He is the Lycan Lord. But what is a Lycan without his wolf?
Auren is saved by a strange girl who in the process 'steals' his wolf. Because of this, a forced proximity arises between them.
He wants nothing but to get his wolf back.
She wants nothing but to be free, and finally experience what love feels like.
Maybe they could grant each other wishes, maybe.. maybe not.
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Chapter 2
Asha
Ever since I was sixteen, every attempt at attending the mating night was a failure. Damon would strictly forbid me from leaving the house, telling me I wasn't ready yet.
Even when mother would try to protest, telling him my wolf had already awakened, he would shut her up, stating he knew what was best for me.
He only wanted to claim me, of course.
For the past six years, I never joined the others when it was the mating night. I was either reading, or doing some crocheting. With time, I even grew to dread the mating night.
I just didn't want anything to do with it. My Mother's second chance 'mate' wasn't exactly the nicest to her, so it was a no no for me.
Speaking of the mating night.
Why the fuck am I lying on a bed of rustling leaves, surrounded by a canopy of trees, half blocking the moonlight? I'm a hundred percent sure I was at home, trying to escape then I blacked out.
How did i get here?
The breeze hits my skin, sending an almost sickening chill into my bones.
Howls rip through the air, far and near. Even so, I can hear the ground shaking with the mad number of hooves that gallop the ground.
"What the heck?" I stagger to my feet, "Where am I?"
Another howl rips through the air, and two wolves breeze past me, nuzzling at each other.
It suddenly clicks. I'm at the mating ground.
I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to have left this place a long time ago.
Not knowing what else to do, I take to my heels, running to wherever my head leads.
My skin is riddled with goosebumps from the cold. Each slam of my feet on the ground sends a jolt of pain into my brain.
Of course, the fool, whoever he is, that decided to dump me here took away my shoes!
Who even put me here in the first place?
I keep running wherever I think might be safe, and run into a couple who are seriously in the middle of their business. The lady is crouched on all fours, while the guy keeps slamming into her hard.
I quickly turn away from there, my heart racing, my cheeks flooding with heat.
"Don't these people know what it is to have a room?" I mutter under my breath.
My breath is now choppy, each painful drag I take in as breath hits my lungs like icicles stabbing them.
I run for a while until I can't take it anymore, and I slam into the ground.
"What a nice evening to be outside," I grit my teeth, panting as I look around.
Out of nowhere, a slender black wolf skids to a halt in front of me, sending my heart freezing with terror. Golden eyes stare back at me, searching my soul.
I clutch my chest, shaking my head, "Just go away. I'm not the fucking one for you," I snap, feeling the irritation creep into my skin.
It stands there for a while, before it trots away from the spot I'm sprawled on.
"Fuck you all," I whisper, forcing myself to stand up again.
I have to get out of here. It will only be a matter of time before Damon's absence is noticed. I might as well use this medium to run away from this cursed place.
My legs are burning badly, each step I take makes it worse. Still, I force myself to take off. I can't be here, I just have to leave.
I'm still in the middle of my escapade, when a wolf brushes past me. As if struck by realization, it suddenly comes to a halt, and whips around to face me.
What the–
It's a massive red wolf, with burning red eyes like flames. I instantly recognize him. Roger, Damon's best friend.
In an instant, he shifts back to his human self.
"Asha? Is that you dear?" He narrows his eyes, searching my face.
I hiss, "Well, yes."
"Where's your stepfather? I didn't see him at the gathering. Also, I thought he didn't allow you attend mating nights?"
I wipe my nose, thinking of the best reply to give him.
He comes closer, looking me over, "Are those scratches? Did he do something to you?"
I freeze at his questions, and my eyes subconsciously drop to my hands.
I've never really interacted with Roger, but I can tell from the few times we've spoken to each other, that he's a good man.
I purse my lips, still deciding if I should tell him what had happened earlier.
"What's the matter?"
I clear my throat, "H- he tried to rape me," I finally reply his questions.
His eyes almost pop out of his sockets, "He did what?"
I nod, "He asked me to let him claim me tonight, and when I refused, he tried to force himself on me.."
"So?"
"I hit him with a vase, and I think he's dead," I rush over my words, taking a step back to see what his reaction will be like.
He stands there for a while, looking horrified. After what seems like eternity he speaks up, "You have to leave this pack dear. If anyone finds out you did that to him, they'll try killing you."
My eyes light up at his comment, and warmth instantly floods my heart. I didn't think he would take the news in this way, especially since Damon was his best friend.
"You have to leave. Go!"
A twig snaps in that moment, catching our attention, and we both turn to see who it is.
Raphael, the Alpha's son has been standing there, eavesdropping.
My heart instantly leaps to my throat.
"Wait until the Alpha hears you killed your father, just because of a minor issue," he shifts back to his wolf form, and sprints back into the woods.
"Leave from here Asha. I'll take care of him, but make sure you get away from the borders of this place!"
I nod, my legs trembling with worry, and fear.
He places his hands on my head, "The moon goddess be with you."
He then pushes me forward, "Run!"
I take off again, my heart pounding erratically in my chest.
That Raphael, son of a bitch!
The howls keep snapping through the air, filling my chest with more sense of dread of what might happen if I'm caught.
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm leaving this place– for good.
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Larry recognizes places connected to the case.
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With each step closer to the truth, the connection between them deepens. Larry feels drawn to her with an unshakable certainty that defies logic, while Ella fights the pull of a man who may be the missing link to her most dangerous case yet.
But as Larry's memories begin to return, so does a chilling realization:
Ella wasn't just a face in his mind. She was the last person he tried to protect before everything went dark.
Now, the enemies hunting Larry have turned their sights on her.
In a deadly race against a faceless adversary, Larry and Ella must unravel the past he's forgotten before it destroys them both. Because the silence Larry woke up with isn't empty-it's hiding a witness, a secret, and a truth someone is willing to kill to keep buried.
And the closer the truth gets, the more dangerous remembering becomes.
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Detective's Dripping Domination is a darkly sensual erotic thriller set in the fog-choked shadows of Victorian London, where Detective Liora Kane, a 28-year-old vixen with raven hair, storm-gray eyes, and a body that craves forbidden pleasure, hunts a thief stealing lust-inducing artifacts. Her own secret stash of vibrating phalluses and aphrodisiac oils used to finger herself to shuddering org**ms becomes the target of a crimson-sealed summons, scented with musk and laced with her pubic hair, luring her to Blackthorn Manor. There, masked rogue Thorne Blackwood, a chiseled predator with a throbbing, veined cock, ambushes her with brutal domination: pinning her to ravage her dripping pussy, throat-fucking her until drool coats her heaving breasts, and pounding her a*s to squirting climaxes. As clues unravel her husband's death tied to voyeuristic betrayal and a s*x cult's plot to enslave London with cursed relics Liora's investigation becomes a descent into wet, submissive ecstasy. Betrayed by allies, edged by vibrating toys, and reamed in every hole, she faces an impossible choice: expose the conspiracy or surrender to Thorne's relentless shaft, joining his illicit empire. Packed with raw, cum-soaked encounters and suspenseful twists, this tale leaves readers throbbing and drenched, craving more of Liora's gushing surrender.
9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
7.3
On our third anniversary, I found out I was pregnant with Alpha Graves's heir, a miracle for my wolfless body.
But when I went to the Grand Hall to share the news, I found him tenderly holding his "dead" first love, Davina. He declared I was just a useless placeholder to appease his grandmother and prepared to sever our mate bond.
He immediately moved Davina into our estate and ordered our marriage portrait torn down. He treated me with absolute cruelty, forcing a toxic herbal brew down my throat that could kill my unborn pup, and even watched coldly as a rival Alpha physically harassed me at a dinner. The entire Pack mocked me as a soon-to-be Rogue, while Graves used his Alpha Command to trap me.
"If you dare leave before I officially complete the Rejection, I will make your home Pack pay."
I gave up my entire life and my design empire to be his devoted wife, only to be thrown out like garbage the moment his true love returned. If he ever found out about the Lycan heir growing inside me, he would surely lock me away and tear my child from my arms.
I won't let him destroy us. I secretly destroyed the pregnancy report and called my best friend. I am accepting his Rejection, taking my baby, and returning to the top of the fashion world as Sloane Todd.
9.8
I traced the floral patterns on the silver candlestick, my fingertips numb from the cold of the penthouse. It was our fifth anniversary, and the Wellington steak I’d spent four hours preparing sat soggy and defeated under the dim chandelier.
Fielding finally walked in at 1:00 AM, smelling of scotch and tuberose—a scent I didn't own. When I tried to touch him, he recoiled as if my fingers were acid, then disappeared into the bathroom where I heard him moan his ex-girlfriend's name with a desperate, guttural longing.
The betrayal didn't end there. The next day, I found him at a luxury restaurant, watching him slide a massive pink diamond onto Corinna’s finger—the same ring he’d told me was a "business investment."
I stood hidden behind a frosted glass partition as his friends laughed, calling me a "lame duck" and a "depressed millstone" around his neck. Fielding didn't defend me; he calmly told them our marriage was just a "debt" he had to pay because I’d saved his life in the crash that ended my ballet career.
"She's a millstone, Fielding. How long are you going to play nursemaid?"
"I owe her. It's a debt. I pay my debts."
When I finally confronted him, he didn't show remorse. Instead, he threatened to use his power to declare me mentally unstable and freeze my grandmother’s trust fund so I’d be left "crippled and penniless" on the street.
I realized then that Fielding didn't want a wife; he wanted a martyr to ease his survivor's guilt, as long as I stayed broken and dependent. He thought he’d clipped my wings for good, but he didn't know I’d been secretly studying for the Sorbonne while he was out with his mistress.
As I put on my designer gown for the charity gala, I wasn't preparing for a party. I was liquidating my jewelry for untraceable cash and planning the ultimate exit.
He thinks I’m his prisoner, but the countdown to my final act has already begun.
8.2
I returned to the city for the only person who ever truly loved me-my dying grandfather. As the "forgettable" daughter of the wealthy Clemons family, I had spent years hiding my true identity as a world-class elite behind oversized hoodies and a silent, exhausted demeanor.
But the welcome home was a nightmare. My family made it clear I was nothing more than a parasite, unaware that I had just saved a powerful stranger's life on the train or that I was the silent partner of the very club they were visiting.
While they sipped champagne in a VIP penthouse I had secretly upgraded for them, they left me standing outside in a freezing downpour for hours. My cousin Belle recorded me, laughing as she called me a "drowned rat" for her social media followers. My father, Glyn, even sent me a formal notice revoking my access to the family trust, thinking he was cutting off my only means of survival. He had no idea my private bank account held eighty-five million dollars. The betrayal cut even deeper when I discovered the darkest truth: they were swapping my grandfather's life-saving medication for cheap generics just to pocket the extra cash.
I stood in the mud, watching the people who shared my DNA celebrate their greed while they slowly killed the man who raised me. How could they be so blind? How could they treat me like trash while they lived off the crumbs of my secret success?
"Enjoy it while it lasts," I whispered against the cold glass. I was done playing the victim and done hiding in the shadows to protect their fragile egos.
I pulled out my encrypted phone and dialed my head of security. As an armored Range Rover pulled up to the curb and the city's most dangerous man watched me from the shadows, I realized I was done being the "charity case." It was time to show the Clemons family who really owned this city.