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.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 7
Asha
"Your place is lovely," I coo, staring wide eyed at the room he brings me to.
He sighs deeply, taking off his jacket, "Please don't be a nuisance to me. I beg of you."
I scowl at him, "What do you even think I am? It's not as if I want to be stuck with your grumpy old ass either," I cross my arms over my chest, scoffing.
I plop on the bed, "Oh it's so soft!"
"Get up. We've got a mission to take care of. Well, I have a mission to take care of."
I groan, "Oh come on. You should go without me, just be back before the end of three hours."
I feel a shadow fall over me, and I snap my eyes open. Auren stands over me, giving me a grimace.
"Stand up. We don't have time to waste," he swirls around, walking away from the bed.
"You don't have any right to be rude to me," I sit up on the bed, "If you're not going to be nice, then forget about it."
He looks over his shoulder, his eye twitching, "You can't be for real right now," he grits his teeth
My cheeks light on fire, I clench my fists, grinding my teeth until I hear them creak.
'This was not the kind of omega I was expecting. How is she all so defiant? Not one sign of her shaking in her toes.'
A small proud smirk teases my lips, and I cross my legs over each other.
There, I put him in his place. Hmph!
"Are you going to stare at me, or are you going to be nicer now?" I grin foolishly at him.
He rolls his eyes, then holds his face as if trying to push away the frustration building up on his veins.
'Okay Auren, be nice. Be nice.'
He raises his head up, and forces a weird grin onto his face, "P- lease. Come with me."
"I didn't quite catch that," I tilt my head to the side, holding my ear.
'i should probably take my life. This is too much for me.'
I furrow my brows, "You're chaotic, and proud. What do you mean you want to die?" I blurt out.
He holds his head, giving me a confused expression.
'Is she reading my mind?'
I whip my mouth shut, swirling around on my heels so I can avoid his eyes.
He doesn't have to know I can read his mind. I have to keep this a secret, or who knows what he'll do to me?
"Come on, you're wasting my time," he stamps to the door, "We have to leave immediately, we still have a long way to go," he orders.
"I ain't taking a step from here until you say that nicely," I plop back on the bed again, burying my face in it.
'Dear moon goddess, maybe I should kill her, and kill myself.'
Heavy footsteps fill my ears, approaching my bed. Suddenly, a large arm grabs me by the waist, hauling me from the bed.
"P-le.." he grumbles something under his breath, his eyes avoiding mine as he slumps me over his shoulder.
"Enough of this little play of yours. We're leaving," he scoffs, marching towards the door.
"Put me down. I didn't tell you I couldn't walk!" I hit on his shoulder, kicking my feet in the air.
"Can you please quiet down? You're giving me a stroke," he grunts.
'The next would be a heart attack, and boom, thus dies the Lycan kingpin.'
My face flushes with anger, the tension in my veins are building up with rage, ready to explode at any damn moment.
"As if you're some kinda hotshot," I scoff, my shoulders slumping in defeat.
Good girl. Please remain like this for the rest of the day."
"No I–"
'Dear moon goddess, kill me instead of torturing me this way.'
***
It's already nighttime as we approach the den of the rival rogues we are supposed to ambush. Auren, I, and eight other guys all wait in ambush outside their hideout.
You guessed right.
My heart's pounding like crazy, I'm sure the rogues inside can hear me from their hideout.
"D-do I have to be a part of this?" I shiver, my teeth clattering as I try to stay put, but it's not working.
"You're only staying here. You're not going in with us," he reminds me for the umpeenth time.
"You'll leave me here? What if I get eaten by someone?" I place my hands over my mouth.
"Boss, it seems they have let their guard down. We can attack," one of the men with us informs Auren.
"Let's go then," he signals for the rest of his men to stay filing into the hideout.
He jumps out of his hiding spot, but I'm quick to hold his arm. The sound of my heartbeat filling my ears makes me even more nervous. My palms, and armpits are buried in sweat, my lips won't stop trembling.
I'm trembling! I'm literally in enemy territory!
"P-please don't leave me alone here," I hug his arm, my body still shaking like a leaf lost in the wind.
"Stay here," he makes me return to my initial hiding position, "Nothing will happen to you. I'll make sure of that," he pats my head, turns on his heels, then calmly walks into the building.
'It's payback time for making me run like a chicken you motherfuckers.'
Run like a chicken?
'Time to crush those bastards.'
'I can't wait to get a million grand just for killing these people!'
'We should get this over with. I'm bored already, ugh.'
The thoughts of those chaotic men pour out in my head, making my thoughts drown.
"Jeez, mind reading is apparently a lot, I'll have to get used to it soon," I groan, holding my head.
'What a stupid Lycan lord? Who does he think I am, that I'd be prone to ambush? Tch, today comes your downfall, lord Auren, hah!'
Chills run down my spine as I read those thoughts. I crouch lower into my position, figuring out who had those thoughts.
My eyes finally land on him. A tall blond, on a piece of black tailored suit. His eyes are so cold, they send a thousand shivers down my back.
'Wait until I bomb this whole place. You're a nuisance to the underworld, and it affects me, punk.'
I almost squirm, but I press my hands over my mouth to stop any sound from coming out of me.
Auren is in trouble, and I have to do something!
Keep Reading
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to
Unlock All Chapters
You may also like
7.2
Title- A Name Without A Past
Author- Abraham Tejiri Onojighofia
Genre: Psychological Suspense Romance / Crime Thriller
Tagline: Memory lies. Danger doesn't..
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.
But danger arrives before either of them can walk away.
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.