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 6
Auren
"Boss, the seer is already here," one of my goons, Raze inform me.
"Bring him in," I rub my forehead, my head pounding with frustration.
He nods, and walks back to the door, then leads in an old man who barely past his half millennial cycle.
He comes in clutching his walking stick, walking steadily towards me.
"I'm glad you came," I reach him before he comes closer, takes his hand, and kisses it.
He just nods, and signals for a place to sit.
"Being him a chair, quick!"
Raze whips out a chair, and brings it towards the seer, placing it behind him.
The seer takes his time in sitting down, before slowly exhaling.
"I won't waste your time. I will go straight to the point," I walk towards the creepy omega.
"She's taken my wolf away from me. I still don't know how she did it."
The seer looks in her direction, "Where did you find her?"
"Technically, she was the one who found me. She actually saved my life," I scratch the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed that I have to admit that.
"What is your name child? Where are you from?" He asks.
"I'm Asha sir, I'm from the Silver Crest pack."
"Hmm, untie her. You mustn't treat women as garbage," he orders.
I open my mouth to counter that, but he raises his hands, "No countering. Just do it."
Asha gives me a look of triumph as I reluctantly untie her.
The day hasn't properly begun, and it's already so bad for me.
She wriggles free, and lets out a sigh of relief, "Thank you sir," she bows, "You truly are a saviour."
"Now tell me the whole story. How did she strip you of your wolf?"
"I don't know," I grind my teeth until they creak.
"I saved him from meeting the moon goddess at such a young age, and somehow his wolf preferred my body, so I don't know, or why it decided to enter my body instead."
The seer goes mute, his eyes darting between me, and her.
"That's odd. I have never heard of this before, that an omega.."
"I'm actually the daughter of a Beta.. who's dead so," she cuts in, grinning.
The seer continues, "I've never heard an omega could strip a Lycan of his wolf. That's impossible, what powers do you possess young lady?"
"I don't possess any," she crosses her arms over her chest.
"I'm convinced she's a witch Adolf, I'm very sure she's one. How else would my wolf leave my body only because she healed my wounds?" I place my hands on my hips, tapping my foot on the floor.
"Come here child," he beckons on Asha to come closer.
She does so, and kneels before him. He places his hands on her ears, his eyes fluttering shut.
I watch them, my face growing redder by the second. All I just want is my wolf back, nothing else.
Some moments later, he snaps his eyes open.
"Stand up."
"Auren, it seems there was some kind of power shift the night she touched you. She is a special breed of omega, the one who comes from the family of healers. She has a hidden power as well, one I can't decipher."
My jaw drops as I look back at Asha, who looks equally looks shocked.
"I have hidden powers? What are they?" She asks.
He shakes his head, "That I can't say, but what I can say is this. Auren, you're physically tied to her, you can't be away from her, I mean this in the literal sense."
"What the fuck? Does that mean she has to be with me wherever I go?"
He gently nods, "If you choose to go anywhere with her, it shouldn't be more than three hours. As I said earlier, you're physically tied to her."
Asha and I exchange horrified looks.
"Isn't there something we can do? I can't be tied to this grumpy old man," she whines.
Did she call me old?
"Please, you have to find a solution," I walk closer to him, "There must be something we can do. A ritual, anything at all."
The seer just sighs deeply, his eyes sinking more into their sockets, "I can't help you Auren. I'm surprised something like this happened, it has never been heard of."
"Fuck!" I clench my fists so hard, my nails digging into my palm.
"I can't be tied to her. I'm a Lycan Lord. I'm a member of the underworld, I can't involve her in them!" I hiss, holding my head in my palms.
"Oh, so you're not a Lycan king? Aha, no wonder I'm not in a palace, what a shocking discovery," she chuckles.
I snap my head up, my face burning with heat. I give her a glare, and she goes quiet.
'This is bad. Once rival gangs get a hold of her, she could be their pawn.'
"Raze, take the seer back to his place, and make sure you accompany him with gifts," I wave at Raze who has been standing in a corner of the room, watching our little drama unfold.
He nods, "Yes boss."
Once we are alone, I give Asha a weary look. The frustration in my chest has built up to the point I'm literally choking.
'Maybe she should have let me die. That would have been better.'
She audibly gasps, placing a hand over her mouth.
"What is it?" I snap, getting irked by her rather odd behaviour.
"You can do things your way," she laughs nervously, placing her hands behind her, "Just make sure to come back before the time runs out."
"You don't know how frustrating that is," I hold my face as if I can physically push the frustration out of it.
"It's not my fault."
"It's clearly your fault," I roll my eyes, "Why do you have hidden powers you don't even know of?"
She stamps her right foot, "How am I supposed to know that? Did I wire them into my body at birth?'
"Oh please just shut up," I drop my head, thinking of what else to do.
"You leave me no choice," I sigh deeply, "You're following me back home. I've got some shady businesses to take of."
"Wh- I can't indulge myself in those!" She squeals.
"It's not as if I want you to be involved either. We just don't have a choice. Besides, if my wolf is close, maybe he can speak to me through you."
She stands there looking puzzled.
"Welcome to the underworld, cupcake."
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Author- Abraham Tejiri Onojighofia
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Larry awakens in an abandoned hospital with no name, no past, and no memories-except one. A woman's face. Her voice. Her presence. The single image floating in the hollow wreckage of his mind is so sharp, so undeniable, that he knows she matters. He doesn't know who he is, but he knows he must find her.
Moments after he escapes the hospital, someone tries to kill him.
Driven by instinct and the one memory he trusts, Larry follows the fragment of recognition until it leads him to Ella Morgan, a composed and fiercely intelligent homicide detective. But instead of relief, he's met with confusion. Ella has never seen him before. According to her, he is a stranger.
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A sudden attack convinces Ella that Larry is not lying-someone wants him dead. And the attempt on his life mirrors the recent string of unsolved murders she is investigating. Against policy and against her better judgment, Ella takes him under temporary protection. Immediately, unsettling cracks begin to appear in her certainty.
Larry recognizes places connected to the case.
He reacts to threats with a trained instinct he can't explain.
And his fragmented flashbacks seem tied to secrets Ella wasn't supposed to uncover.
As they race to piece together his missing identity, a darker truth begins to emerge. Larry's amnesia is no accident. Evidence points to a covert operation, a covered-up crime, and powerful enemies determined to bury the truth permanently. His erased memory may hold the key to a conspiracy that reaches into the police force, the city's elite-and Ella's own past.
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.
7.8
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.