Marked by My Secondhand Delivery Wolf
To save on the outrageous wages of hired movers, I, Jade Lawson, bought a werewolf who had been returned three times from a secondhand trading site.
The seller warned me he was vicious, wild, and prone to biting.
What caught my eye wasn't his temperament. It was his build. Six foot three, solid muscle, the kind of body that looked like it could haul six hundred pounds of packages without breaking a sweat.
When he arrived, he was indeed vicious.
He kept sneaking into my room at night, pressing his scorching body against mine and grinding his teeth against the back of my neck.
I thought he was teething. Or worse, developing rabies. I contacted the seller immediately to request a return.
After hearing my description, the seller went quiet for a long time.
"We don't recommend returning him."
"He's not teething. Werewolves only feel the urge to bite the back of their mate's neck during their rut phase. It's a mate-marking instinct."
"He wants you. He's trying to get you to bear his pups."
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Chapter 2
I pointed at the mountain of oversized packages stacked in the corner of the station.
"Adrian, relax. See those boxes?"
He followed my finger, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
"I see them."
"Your job is simple. Move all the ones marked in red onto that cargo tricycle. The ones marked in blue go all the way to the back of the warehouse."
Adrian froze.
He turned to look at me, and for the first time, something like disbelief crossed his face.
"You bought me… to carry boxes?"
I nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"What else? You think I bought you to worship? I paid two thousand five hundred dollars. You're earning that back."
He fell silent.
Something complicated flickered through those deep green eyes.
Humiliation, maybe. Relief. And beneath it, something darker. Almost fervent.
He didn't argue. He turned and walked toward the pile.
A double-door refrigerator, still mounted on its wooden shipping frame, weighed at least six hundred pounds.
Normally I needed two workers to lift it, plus a tip to keep them from complaining.
Adrian stepped up, gripped the edge of the wooden frame with one hand, braced his back and hoisted the entire thing onto his shoulder.
Effortless. Like lifting a sack of cotton.
My jaw nearly dropped.
Jackpot.
This wasn't a vicious werewolf. This was my personal money-printing machine.
He carried the refrigerator to the tricycle and set it down gently.
Then he looked back at me.
Like he was waiting. For orders. Or praise.
I walked over and patted his dust-covered shoulder.
"Nice work. Keep going. There are a hundred more."
The slight lift to his chin stiffened.
He stared at me in disbelief.
"A hundred?"
"Yes. Hurry. The truck leaves at six."
I was already turning away to check invoices.
Behind me, heavy footsteps and the thud of boxes hitting metal echoed through the station.
Adrian worked nonstop.
All afternoon, in the sweltering warehouse without air conditioning, he did the labor of three men by himself.
Sweat traced down the sharp line of his jaw, soaking through his worn tank top.
The scent of heat and sweat filled the air.
Every so often I looked up. He would be hauling another crate—while staring at me.
That look was intense.
Hot enough to burn.
And the grinding never stopped.
The sound made my own teeth ache.
By the time we closed for the night, I handed him a boxed dinner with two extra chicken legs inside.
"Eat. You did well today."
Adrian took the food but didn't open it.
Instead, he stepped closer. His tall frame cast a shadow over me.
He lowered his head until his nose was almost brushing the side of my neck.
His breath was hot against my skin.
"Jade."
He said my name, voice hoarse and strained.
"I feel terrible."
My heart jumped. I thought he'd overworked himself or gotten heatstroke.
"What hurts? Did you strain your back?"
I reached toward his lower back.
The moment my hand touched his muscle, his entire body jolted.
He grabbed my wrist—hard enough to make my pulse spike.
But he quickly reined himself in, his grip loosening to something almost careful.
The green in his eyes darkened. His breathing turned uneven.
"My teeth itch. I want to bite something."
I exhaled in relief.
"You scared me. I thought it was a workplace injury. It's normal. You're a wolf. Grinding your teeth is instinct."
I pulled a stick of dried beef jerky from my drawer—the one I'd meant to snack on myself—and pushed it into his mouth.
"Bite this. It'll keep you busy."
Adrian held the jerky between his teeth.
For a split second, his expression went blank.
Then the grinding grew even more intense.
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8.3
" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You "
He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her.
" Please ...... daddy "
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He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles.
One night and It changed everything.
I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off.
I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.
8.3
In the fifth year of Irene Shaw's marriage to Ethan Hart, he was involved in a car accident and lost his memory.
No matter how she tried to prove that they had once loved each other, Ethan still insisted on a divorce.
His reasoning was hard to refute. "If I really loved you as much as you claim, how could I forget you?"
The childhood sweetheart who had once cut him off without hesitation had now become his sole emotional anchor.
He looked at Irene coldly. "Since you know this is a mistake, why not end it cleanly?"
The hands that had once refused to let her go now recoiled from even her lightest touch.
Disheartened and exhausted, Irene signed her name and pushed him completely out of her life.
Not long after, Ethan stopped her in the rain, his eyes red from crying.
"Irene, don't leave me. You said I'd never lose you."
As the car window slid shut, the arm around her waist tightened instinctively, and someone spoke before she could. "Drive on. Irene said she doesn't know him."
She lowered her gaze, feeling a serene detachment, "I really don't know him."
7.9
"You are wet, Red. I can smell your juices already." He said. I wanted to deny it but I knew he was right. The sides of my thigh were already clammy. How could he tell from afar?
"No, I need to sleep. I told you I have a presentation tomorrow, right? I'm tired, I want to rest a bit." I replied.
"You'll do that when I get a release. I'll make sure to be fast about it," he replied. I stood rooted on the same spot without moving. I knew he was just being civil with me. It was only a matter of time before he dragged me to his side.
"Unless maybe you want me to call the others?" He asked but I could tell he was threatening me. Calling the others would end in me not getting any rest at all.
"No, please," I replied walking obediently to his side.
*****
Three men, one naive woman.
Ziyana never knew her life would turn in the most dramatic way. She enjoyed the life of a princess until life happened.
From being hated by her blood to suddenly being sold to a spoilt Mafia Lord. She thought she could navigate through it but there were two more brothers!
Ruthless. Domineering. Voracious.
The Niccolo Brothers' lives were full of danger and envy but these men never wanted her out of their sight.
Would Ziyana be able to cope in the midst or run for her life before she get used to them?
9.3
She's sin wrapped in a nun habit.
He is the devil who makes her want to confess.
Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra.
Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith.
But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse.
He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires.
She's meant to keep her vows and distance.
But temptation has a cruel sense of humour...
Because he's the last man she should want.
She's the only woman he can't have.
But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble.
Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him.
As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming.
Desire clashes with devotion.
Duty turns to betrayal.
And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them.
7.4
Becoming a bride to settle a debt was never part of my dreams.
Yet, my stepbrother's betrayal and a trap party turned my life upside down, shattering my illusions of a joyful marriage. Now, I'm faced with the harsh reality of being married to a ruthless Mafia boss, Alessio Marino.
Can I trust his promises, or will my situation be worse than the abuse I endured from my stepbrother?
With love stripped from my wedding vows, all I can do is cling to hope for God's mercy and summon the strength to navigate this perilous new life.
9.6
[R-18 | MATURE CONTENT]
Sasha thought saving a stranger would be the most dangerous thing she'd ever done.
She found him half-dead on the shore of her quiet island-bleeding, unconscious, and with no memory of who he was. Out of kindness, she brought him home, cared for his wounds, and gave him a place in her life.
Days turned into months.
The mysterious man with dark eyes and quiet strength slowly became her everything. In the small warmth of her seaside home, they built something that felt real-something that felt like love.
Until the morning he disappeared without a trace.
No goodbye. No explanation.
Years later, Sasha learns the truth.
The man she saved isn't a helpless stranger.
He is one of the most feared mafia bosses in Russia... and his amnesia was never real.
Now she's trapped in his world-far from the sea she calls home-and the man she once loved offers her a dangerous deal. One that ties her fate to his once again.
Was every touch just part of his plan?
Or is the ruthless mafia king hiding the same man who once held her like she was his entire world?
Sasha only knows one thing for certain.
Saving him was never the mistake.
Falling in love with him might have been.
After all... she accidentally adopted a mafia boss.