Chapter: 🩷CARMEN🩷*Celeste* The name echoed like gunfire in my head. Ilyan Roarke. I’d never heard it before—not once in all the years I’d smiled through charity galas or sat quietly at lavish dinner parties by my husband’s side. But I could feel it in my bones now. The weight of that name. The threat coiled behind it. Roarke wasn’t just the man who’d paid to erase me. He was the reason my life had been rewritten. I didn’t know what he looked like. Didn’t know why I mattered to him. But as Nova’s words hung in the air, the certainty locked in like a blade against my spine: This wasn’t just about Elias. It was about me. “You’re sure?” Elias asked, voice low but sharp enough to cut through steel. Nova didn’t flinch. “I traced the contract back three different ways. The alias led to a shell company. The shell company led to a numbered account. And guess who’s the only one arrogant enough to sign off on a black contract with a biometric lock?” She tossed him a small drive. “Yours to
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Chapter: 🩷ILYAN ROARKE🩷*Celeste* The silence followed me long after I left the room. I closed the door behind me, leaned my back against it, and stared at the hallway like it could offer answers. But the air was heavy. Still. A little too still. The cabin felt like a stranger now. I used to move through it with ease. Now every shadow looked like it might reach for me. Every creak in the floorboards sounded like a threat. I stepped toward the window and pulled the curtain back just an inch. Nothing. Just trees and more trees. No headlights. No footprints in the thin layer of dirt that clung to the porch. But the wrongness? It was there. A pressure I couldn’t shake. Behind me, I heard Elias’ door open. His footsteps were quiet, like always—but I didn’t turn around. “We need to leave,” I said. A pause. “Why?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But something’s coming. I can feel it.” --- *Elias* She wasn’t wrong. I’d heard the sound too—barely a whisper in the wind, something offbeat. T
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Chapter: 🩷SECOND CHANCE🩷Chapter Twelve*Celeste*The suitcase clicked shut with a finality that felt like a funeral.I stood over it, palms pressed against the hard shell, trying not to cry. My bedroom—once pristine, once mine—was in chaos. Drawers yanked open. Closet half-empty. The life I’d built, now reduced to a duffel and a carry-on.He stood in the doorway.Not Jordan.Not even a stranger anymore.Just a ghost wearing a familiar skin.I didn’t speak to him. Couldn’t. Not without crumbling under the weight of it all. The betrayal, the truth, the surreal ache of losing a husband I hadn’t even loved—and gaining a man I wasn’t sure I could hate.“You ready?” he asked gently.I zipped my coat without answering.The house groaned as we moved through it, every creak of the floorboards a goodbye. I paused by the piano, the one Jordan never let me touch. My fingers grazed a single key, and the soft note echoed in the silence like a memory.Outside, a black SUV idled.I hesitated at the threshold, staring at the
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Chapter: 🩷GRIEF🩷Chapter Eleven *Celeste* He made breakfast. The real kind—not toast and eggs, but something thoughtful. French toast soaked just right, berries rinsed and sweet, coffee the way I liked it, even though I never told him how. I sat at the table wrapped in one of his shirts, legs curled under me, quietly studying the man who had become a stranger and a sanctuary in the same breath. He moved around the kitchen like he belonged in it. Like he knew where everything was. The coffee filters. The cinnamon. The chipped mug I always used when I was anxious. And for the first time, something strange whispered across my thoughts. How did he know? I pushed the question down, chasing it with a sip of hot coffee and the memory of his arms around me last night. The way he’d touched me like I was something sacred—not broken. He set a plate in front of me with a small, almost shy smile. “Did I get it right?” I nodded, voice caught in my throat. “Perfect.” He sat across from me, slee
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Chapter: 🩷HEALING🩷Chapter Ten *Celeste* The motel smelled like bleach and old air. The kind of place no one asked questions, where the walls were too thin and the silence too loud. I didn’t ask him where we were. I just followed. He parked the car around the back, hidden from the road, and walked me through the narrow hallway without saying a word. The door creaked open, and the room was what I expected two twin beds, stained curtains, a TV older than my marriage. Still, it felt safer than anywhere I’d been in weeks. He locked the door behind us, then double-checked the windows. Watching him move fluid, methodical, should’ve comforted me, but my chest wouldn’t unclench. I stood in the center of the room, arms wrapped around myself. “Do you think he’ll come here?” “No,” he said, setting the duffel bag down near the dresser. “Not tonight.” “But eventually.” “Yes.” That honesty. It always caught me off guard. “Do you ever lie?” I asked. He paused, then looked at me. “Not to you.”
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Chapter: 🩷The Return🩷Chapter Nine *Jordan* She thinks she can hide. That’s the first thing I think as I light a cigarette and lean against the hood of the black SUV parked at the edge of the gas station. A run-down joint with peeling signage and a weak overhead light buzzing like a fly that refused to die. This was her kind of place now, wasn’t it? Somewhere quiet. Anonymous. Easy to vanish into. But she’d never been good at staying gone. I blow out a slow stream of smoke, watching it curl toward the sky before dissipating into the humid morning air. A week ago, I’d woken up in a hospital bed with a hole in my memory and a burning certainty in my chest: something was wrong. The doctors said head trauma. Confusion. Temporary memory loss. Bullshit. Because I remembered her. Celeste. My wife. My property. And I remembered what it felt like to own her. But something was off. The house had been cleaned. Too clean. My gun safe—emptied. My private phone wiped. And her closet? Bare.
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BOUND TO HER WILL
A Dark Paranormal Romance | Fated Mates | Slow Burn Obsession
He came to her in chains. But it’s her rules he’ll beg to obey.
By day, Ronan Thorne is an Alpha shifter - commanding, ruthless, untouchable. By night, he's something else entirely: a feral beast cursed by a vengeful moon goddess after he dared to seduce her sacred virgin. Every sunset splits his soul, forcing him to live half a life—and leaving behind blood and desire he can’t remember.
Desperate for control, he seeks out Eidolon, the most exclusive underground dominatrix club in the city. But he doesn’t expect Talia, a woman with a voice that stills the storm inside him and eyes that see too much.
Talia doesn’t do emotional entanglements. Her clients submit. They don’t haunt her dreams. But Ronan is different. Dangerous. Addictive. And when she touches him, something ancient stirs inside her a legacy tied to the very goddess who cursed him.
He wants to surrender.
She was born to command.
But what begins as a game of control quickly spirals into obsession, forbidden lust, and a choice that could destroy them both.
Can she tame the beast without losing herself… or will she awaken a hunger no one can contain?
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Author's Note
Welcome to Marked by the Beast — where dominance is delicious, secrets are deadly, and the line between pleasure and danger? Paper-thin.
This story contains mature themes, dark romance, and explicit scenes that may not be suitable for all readers.
If you're into primal bonds, forbidden heat, and a heroine who doesn't just tame the beast—she owns him—
Then, darling, you're exactly where you need to be.
Read responsibly. Hydrate. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.
From your favorite dark romance author Elle Targaryen😉
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Chapter: 🌟THE FIGHT🌟🩵Ronan🩵The blast sent Ronan to his knees.For a breathless moment, everything was light and heat and the deafening hum of magic gone wild. His ears rang. The air tasted like ash and iron. When the dust finally settled, he scrambled forward, panic clawing at his chest."Talia!"She lay crumpled where the spell had struck. Her body was still. Smoke curled from the ground around her. He reached her in seconds, hands skimming her shoulders, her face. Her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers. Alive. Barely.A roar erupted behind him—the Beast.The creature had fully transformed now. Tall and terrible, eyes burning gold, wings flaring wide. The sigils across his skin glowed with Seraphina’s magic, resisting her command with sheer will.Ronan turned, shielding Talia’s body with his own."Enough!" he shouted.Seraphina descended slowly, her feet touching the Hollow's ground like a queen descending from the heavens. Her eyes burned with fury, but her face remained eerily calm."She was in th
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Chapter: 🌟THE HOLLOWED AIR🌟🩵Ronan🩵The torchlight flickered along the mountain corridor walls, casting sharp shadows across the weathered stone as Ronan paced the war chamber. Maps lay scattered across the central table, their edges curling with age. Battle plans, territorial wards, ancient bloodlines—all laid bare beneath his gloved hands.He could still feel the echo of the creature’s magic from earlier. Whatever had reached for Talia—it wasn’t just Seraphina. It was something far older. And now it was awake.“You felt it too,” Elia said, stepping into the chamber, arms folded across her chest. Her expression was unreadable, but the tension in her posture gave her away. “Did it speak to you?”Ronan gave a sharp nod. “Not in words. But it made its intent clear—it wants her.”“And you believe it’s the same creature from the cursed wood?”“No,” he said darkly. “It’s worse. That thing in the wood was a fragment, a shard of power. What reached through the wards today was something whole.”Elia flinched. “You’re
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Chapter: 🌟SHADOWS BENEATH THE FLAME🌟🩵Ronan🩵The night had grown heavy with silence. Not the peace of a world asleep, but the breath-holding quiet before a storm’s first roar.Ronan paced the stone corridor outside the meeting chamber, every step echoing like a war drum. His skin still hummed from Talia’s touch, the memory of her fingers laced with his—fragile and yet defiant. It lingered like a promise, or maybe a warning.Elia stood nearby, watching him with crossed arms. “You’ve been pacing for nearly fifteen minutes,” she said. “You’ll wear a path in the floor.”“I’m trying to think,” Ronan muttered. “That Seer’s words… They don’t sit right.”“They rarely do,” she replied dryly. “Cryptic riddles and half-truths—classic seer nonsense.”“She saw the flame.” Ronan paused, jaw clenched. “Talia is the flame. And something’s coming for her.”Elia’s face darkened. “Then you need to prepare her. No more coddling. If she’s going to survive this, she needs to fight.”Ronan nodded grimly.He found her in the eastern courtyard
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Chapter: 🌟ASHES BENEATH HER SKIN🌟🩷Talia🩷 The firelight painted warm gold across the stone walls, flickering shadows dancing like ghosts of old. Talia sat on the edge of the bed Ronan had insisted she take, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket that still didn’t stop the chill in her blood. It wasn’t the cold. It was what she remembered—the Beast’s breath against her neck, the weight of its claw, the sensation of being watched by something ancient and hungry even before it attacked. She pressed trembling fingers to the base of her throat, half expecting to find blood still drying. But there was none. Only a faint soreness and bruising. A mark. A claim? She pulled the collar of her sweater higher. Footsteps echoed softly in the hall, and her body tensed before she recognized the gait—heavy, purposeful. Ronan. He stopped outside her door. She waited, expecting a knock, expecting something… but he didn’t enter. Just silence. Then: “Talia?” His voice, rougher than usual, carried something restrained in it. “I’m awake,
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Chapter: 🌟THE HOLLOWED ONE🌟🪄Seraphina🪄The ritual chamber was alive with heat, with hunger. Black runes pulsed beneath her bare feet as smoke coiled along the stone floor like living fingers. Above her, the great bloodstone glowed a dark crimson, suspended in the air by raw magic. Cracks had begun to form along its facets—fractures of power. It was almost ready.Seraphina stood before the altar, her robes damp with sweat, hair clinging to her back. The summoning circle pulsed in rhythm with her heart, steady and sure.She had waited lifetimes for this.Behind her, her younger sister watched from the shadows—Sylara. Wide-eyed, tense, her hands clutched the obsidian doorway like it might keep her anchored.“This isn’t what we agreed to,” Sylara said quietly.Seraphina didn’t look back. “It’s exactly what we agreed to. You just didn’t understand the price.”“You said we’d reclaim the bloodline. That we’d be strong again. You didn’t say we’d wake... that thing.”Seraphina smiled. “Power never rises quietly, littl
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Chapter: 🌟AFTERSHOCKS🌟🩵RONAN🩵Ronan paced outside the healer’s quarters, his boots crunching against the gravel path as he rubbed the tension from his jaw. Inside, Cael lay unconscious, his body trembling from the remnants of Seraphina’s magic still bleeding from his veins. The scent of old blood and fire lingered in the air—proof of just how close they’d come to losing everything.His pack was shaken.And Talia…He turned toward the balcony above the west wing where her shadow passed behind a curtain. She hadn’t come down since they returned. Elia said she needed rest. That she was processing.Ronan knew better. She was afraid—of her power, of what it meant, of what it was turning her into.He understood that fear too well.“Ronan.” Elia’s voice called him back from the edge. She approached with her usual bluntness, but her eyes were softer than usual. “The council’s demanding a report. They want to know if the creature was a one-off, or the beginning of something worse.”“It’s both,” he said simply.Sh
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