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 5
Asha
We break through the surface, gasping for air. Before I can react or say anything else, the Lycan grips my arm and pulls me toward the shore.
"You're worse than I thought," he shakes water off his hair. Then glancing over his shoulder, he adds, "haven't had your first kiss huh? How Intriguing."
My cheeks warm up, and I look away, my teeth clattering from the cold that has been rooted in my bones.
"I thought I'd die! People tend to say the weirdest things when they think they're dying."
"I believe that applies to you only," he snorts, raking his wet hair.
"So what do we do next? Where are we?" I ask, my eyes darting.
"In my territory," he replies, walking ahead of me.
I pause, letting his words sink, "What?"
Just then, two men jump out of the bushes, and grab both my arms.
The panic I felt less than a minute ago, surges back, pumping harder in my veins.
"Wh- who are you? What do you want from me?" I gasp breathlessly as I struggle to free myself from the grip of the men who are clutching my arms.
"I don't think an introduction should be done by a lone river," he chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Are you kidnapping me?"
"Think of it more as.. uh.. some kind of detention. Someone who was able to take my wolf away has to be looked into."
He turns on his heels, "Bring her back to the base."
With that, he disappears into the woods.
My heart sinks to my stomach. I literally save his life, and together we escape a group of mad men, almost dying in the process, now he's kidnapping me?
The men drag me along with them.
"Never seen her around here before," one of them grunts.
"Probably from another pack."
"Let me go you bastards!"
They just sigh as if they are bored, and continue dragging me along with them to who knows where?
"Stop! Let me go!" I try to break free again, but their grip is just too strong.
"Ugh, blindfold her."
"What? No!"
A blindfold slip over my eyes, stealing away the light.
"Hey! Stop! Let me–" Before I can protest, they gag me too.
What the–
'I wonder what boss wants with her? Does he plan on sleeping with a girl he hardly knows?'
My ears stand erect, and I whip my head to the side,wondering where the voice is coming from?
I can read other people's minds too?!
'What a lovely chick! Boss sure has nice eyes!'
If not for my gag, I'm sure my jaws would have dropped to the floor.
Still not giving up, I attempt to break free.
"Oh not this again," the more nonchalant one sighs, I can tell from the sound of his voice. He stops, lets go of my arm.
'An injection would shut her up.'
I violently shake my head, making some incoherent noises. I stamp on the other goon's foot, but he just smacks my hand, and forces me to the ground.
"Acting like a heroine won't get you anywhere kitty," he snarls at me.
My body is completely drenched in sweat at this point. My chest feels imprisoned by icicles, and my breathing has become more unstable.
So maybe this is how I leave this miserable planet.
A sharp sting hits me the next second, freezing my thoughts midstream.
My body freezes. A strange mix of heat and cold rushes down my spine, leaving me paralyzed.
In a daze, I drop to the ground face flat.
...
My eyes flicker open. A blinding light hits my face, forcing me to shut my eyes tight. After some seconds, I open them again, trying to adjust it to the light around.
"Seems cupcake is awake now."
A familiar silky voice wraps itself around my ears.
That voice belongs to...
I snap my eyes open, setting them on the man before me.
For a few minutes, I take in his features finally. I wasn't able to notice his features, since it was all dark.
He has a golden olive skin which is.. just beautiful. Thick brows that arch perfectly over his eyes, one of them slightly scarred. His eyes are the kindest green eyes I have ever set my gaze upon, if not the kindest pair of eyes I've ever seen.
His nose is straight, and strong, with freckles over them. I've never seen a guy with freckles before, but this man.. his freckles sit nicely on him. A square, sculpted jaw frames his face, leading down to a subtle cleft in his chin, the faint shadow of stubble giving him a rugged, sexy even, untouchable vibe.
His cheekbones are high, not to mention his glorious golden brown hair that falls to his shoulder.
Ugh! I want to take his clothes off him! He is divine!
"Are you satisfied?" His voice brings me back to the present.
"Huh?"
A small smirk plays on his lips, and he comes closer to where I'm being tied up, squatting in front of me.
"First of all, thank you."
"Took you long enough!" I suck my teeth, "You're welcome."
"Second of all, what really are you? Looking at you, you shouldn't be more than an omega. How come you have such power to rip a Lycan off his wolf?"
I blink, still confused.
"I honestly.. don't know. I don't know what happened."
'I still can't tell if she's lying or not. What else should I do to get the truth out of her?'
"I'm saying the truth. I'm not lying!" I protest.
He studies my face for a moment then pulls away, "Where are you from?"
I hesitate, my heart flipping hard.
"Uh.. silver.. silver.."
"Speak," he says calmly, but his eyes carry a kind of fire I don't think I'm ready for.
"Silver Crest pack."
He holds his chin, "Hmm? What brought you out of there?"
"I was running away. I sort of.. killed the Beta who happened to be my stepfather, and I tried to run away, but tripped and fell unconscious. Then found myself in the middle of the mating grounds. I tried running for my life, but I ran into my step father's.. well dead step father's best friend who I told my story, and he asked me to run away, but the Alpha's son heard everything and he ran off to tell the Alpha so I'm pretty sure they'd be looking for me to kill me too."
I ramble off the words out in one breath, gasping like I just ran a marathon.
Lycan king looks back at me, his right eye twitching.
"You're such a basket mouth. Gosh. Why did you kill your step father by the way?"
"He tried raping me, and I had to defend myself."
He narrows his eyes, "Hmm. And you're on the run, correct?"
That's literally what I told him, but..
"Yes, correct," I grit my teeth.
"Hmm, I'm taking you back there," he turns on his heels.
"What? Please don't! I can't go back there!" I raise my voice, panic striken.
"Ah you'll be fine. I can't have you wandering around. Those rogues would defile you too bad."
"I'd rather have that, than go back to that place!" I yell before I stop myself.
He looks over his shoulder, giving him an expressionless look.
"You're scary for twenty two," he turns around to face me again.
He snaps his fingers, and someone comes running in.
"Bring the seer over. I want to know who exactly she is. I feel she's lying to me."
The man bows, "Yes boss."
I look back at him horrified, "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"An omega who can heal injuries, and also rip off wolves? You're not ordinary at all."
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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.
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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.
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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.