Novels by Marie

The arena stood dark and empty when we arrived, championship banners hanging limp in the storm. Zane picked the service door lock in seconds. We slipped inside, flashlights cutting through shadows that smelled of cold ice and old sweat.The rink itself was silent, the surface freshly Zambonied, gleaming under emergency lights. Zane led us straight to the penalty box.He knelt and pried up the bench seat with brute strength. Wood splintered. Beneath it was a metal trapdoor, chained and padlocked.I shifted my hand just enough for claws to slice through the lock like butter.Cold air breathed up from below.Stairs spiraled down into darkness.We descended single file, Darius bringing up the rear with two armed guards. The temperature rose as we went deeper, the air growing thick and humid. Fluorescent bulbs flickered overhead, casting sickly light on concrete walls covered in old graffiti and pack symbols.At the bottom stretched a long tunnel lined with chain link cages.Inside the cag

Amelia POVThe babys cry sliced through the mansion walls like a knife, thin and desperate, cutting straight into my chest. I stood frozen on the rain soaked lawn, Zanes blood still warm on my palms, when the sound hit me again. Louder. Real.Darius went rigid beside me. His golden eyes widened, the alpha aura around him flickering like a flame in wind. "That cant be," he whispered, voice breaking for the first time since Id known him.Zane grabbed my hand. The mate bond flared hot and urgent, screaming the same word over and over. Go. Now.We ran.Guards shouted behind us, boots pounding on wet stone, but we didnt wait. Zane and I burst through the front doors together, water dripping from our clothes onto the marble floor. Darius was right on our heels, face pale as moonlight."West wing," he ordered, voice rough. "The sealed corridor."I had never been allowed there. No one had. Since the day my mother married Darius, that hallway stayed locked, boarded up with yellow tape and warn

“Not the game,” Darius cut in. “The touching, the whispers. My son and my stepdaughter trending on pack socials.”An gray bearded Elder Thorne leaned forward. “The boy has always been reckless. First he was sent abroad for nearly killing a teammate. Now this?”Zane’s fists clenched and I felt his rage through the bond.“It’s nothing,” I said, my voice steady. “It’s just co captain drama. Hockey’s physical.”Elder Mira, a sharp eyed woman with silver streaks in her braid, snorted. “Physical? That mark on your wrist says otherwise.”My blood froze as I tugged my sleeve lower. Darius’s eyes narrowed. “Show me.”I had no choice so I rolled up the sleeve. The silver crescent glowed under the chandelier light, pulsing like a heartbeat, then the room exploded. “Mate bond!”“Impossible!”“With his stepsister?”Darius raised a hand and silence fell. “Zane?”He rolled up his own sleeve and there was a matching mark.Elder Thorne shot to his feet. “This is an abomination! The Moon Goddess would

Coach was already there, kneeling. “Ryker, talk to me.” She pushed up on one elbow, blood spilling from her lip. “I’m good.”She lied. The bond carried the copper taste of blood straight to my tongue and I bent beside her. “Let me see.”She turned her face away. “Back off, Asher.”Coach dragged me up by the jersey. “Locker room. Both of you. Now.”The walk was silent except for our blades on the rubber mat. Her limp matched the throb in my knee because I had taken the impact through the bond without realizing.In the hallway, she stopped. “You checked me to prove a point. Happy now?”“You scored on me yesterday,” I said. “Had to even it.”Her laugh was sharp. “This isn’t a dick measuring contest, Zane.”“No. It’s survival. Rogue blood is coming and you need to be unbreakable.”She went still. “What do you know about rogues?”“More than you.” I stepped closer. “My mother’s one. Or was. Pack whispers say that she’s back.”Her eyes widened, her silver bleeding to storm gray, “Lydia?” I n

Maddox’s grin was wide. “Well, well. The gold digger and the rogue prince. Cozy.”Everyone in the hallway froze and phones lifted like periscopes. Katie stood beside him, her eyes gleaming with venom.“Step aside, Maddox,” Zane said, voice flat.“Make me.” Maddox mirrored his earlier words, stepping closer. His gaze flicked to my wrist where the sleeve had ridden up just enough to flash silver. “What’s that? New jewelry? Or did the Alpha’s son brand you?”Gasps rippled and someone whispered, “Mate mark?”Zane moved faster than I thought he could and I one second he was beside me, next, Maddox’s phone shattered to the floor, screen cracked. Zane’s hand clamped around Maddox’s throat, lifting him an inch off the ground.“Delete it,” Zane growled.Maddox choked out a laugh. “Already uploaded. Cloud backup, baby.”Zane’s eyes flashed light red as the hallway lights flickered, his alpha power leaking like static. Students backed away.I grabbed Zane’s arm. “Let him go. He’s not worth expul

Amelia POVThe bond mark on my wrist itched like a fresh tattoo, except tattoos didn’t pulse. I scratched until the skin peeled raw, but the silver crescent only glowed brighter, mocking me with every heartbeat. Then a perfect half moon formed into my flesh by the Moon Goddess herself, as if she had run out of eligible bachelors and decided my stepbrother was close enough.Lunaris Academy’s hallway smelled like industrial floor wax, cheap body spray, and the metallic stench of desperate teenagers. Lockers slammed like gunshots and someone’s blueberry vape cloud hung in the air, sweet. I hugged my books tighter, praying the sleeve of my oversized hoodie would hide the mark. One glimpse and the entire school would know I was fated to Zane.I could feel him even before I saw him, static crawling up my spine, the way the air shifts before lightning. He leaned against the trophy case at the far end of the corridor, surrounded by his new fan club. Girls in pleated skirts and Lunaris hockey