marked by the mafia alpha
Amara Cross sacrificed everything for her Alpha husband—taking a silver bullet that permanently weakened her wolf, enduring a pregnancy that nearly killed her, and shrinking herself for five years hoping to earn his love. Instead, she found him with his mistress and watched her five-year-old son call another woman "mommy."
Broken and discarded, she walked away from the pack that never valued her.
Three years later, Amara returns as a powerful tech mogul worth millions—stunning, confident, and untouchable. Everything her ex-husband said she'd never be.
But her carefully constructed walls face two threats: Damien, who suddenly wants her back now that she's successful, and Lucian Volkov—a ruthless Lycan mafia king who's also her second-chance mate. Lucian is possessive, dominant, and refuses to accept her rejection. He sees through her armor to the terrified woman beneath who's scared of being destroyed again.
Caught between a past that broke her and a future she's afraid to want, Amara must decide: will she let fear keep her alone forever, or will she risk everything to reclaim not just her power, but her heart? Sometimes the greatest strength is choosing to trust again.
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Chapter: punishedZaren's control snapped like a brittle bone. No more games. He lunged, lips smashing into Sol's with the force of a freight train. Brutal. Bloody. Lips split on teeth, copper tang mixing with spit as tongues clashed in a vicious brawl. Zaren's fist knotted in Sol's hair—yanking hard, scalp screaming—tilting his head back to expose the pale column of his throat. Sol gasped, ragged and wet, chest heaving. Zaren devoured him, pouring months of bottled fury into every crushing press, every scrape of teeth. He tasted it all: Sol's smug defiance, the faint cherry of Doll's lipstick still smeared on his mouth, the underlying salt of sweat. It fueled the firestorm raging in his veins.Sol didn't back down. Fucker never did. He bucked up fierce, grinding his rock-hard cock against Zaren's thigh like a dog in heat. Fabric dragged rough, friction sparking pre-cum stains through his pants. He needed more—craved obliteration. Hands shoved under Zaren's shirt, palms slapping hot, sweat-slick skin.
Last Updated: 2026-04-12
Chapter: the bathroomThe BathroomThe call disconnected.Zaren looked at his phone.Dialed again.Disconnected.His jaw tightened. He looked at the screen for one second — the kind of second that had a specific temperature — and typed.Pick up the call Sol. Don't test my patience.Sent.The ticks turned blue immediately.No reply.He put the phone in his pocket and stood up.The library was quiet at this hour. The kind of quiet that had weight to it — shelves and books and the low hum of people doing things they were supposed to be doing. Zaren moved through it and his eyes went to Sol's usual corner first.Empty.He scanned the rest of the room.Malik was at a table near the window, head down, pen moving. Zaren crossed to him and Malik looked up and whatever he was about to say dissolved when Zaren's presence hit him at close range. His pen stopped. His spine straightened involuntarily."Where is he."Malik's voice came out slightly compressed. "Restroom. Down the — the hall on the left—"Zaren was alrea
Last Updated: 2026-04-11
Chapter: the offerChapter — The OfferThe vampire territory had one entrance.One road. One gate. One checkpoint that every living thing that wanted to cross it had to pass through first.Aurora walked through it alone.No weapons. No escort. No announcement. Just her — moving through the dark at a pace that suggested she had somewhere to be and had already decided nothing between here and there was going to stop her.The guards clocked her at fifty feet.By thirty feet there were twelve of them.By ten there were twenty and every blade in the formation was pointed at her throat and the one closest had the edge of his weapon resting against her pulse point with enough pressure that a single wrong movement would open her vein.Aurora stopped.Looked at the blade at her throat.Looked at the guard holding it.Smiled.Not the social smile. Not the performance. The real one — the one that lived underneath everything else, that came out in dark rooms with beating hearts and paralyzed men in chairs. Slow and
Last Updated: 2026-04-09
Chapter: roseThe RoseThe canteen was loud the way it always was at this hour.Lior moved through it quietly, tray in hand, still carrying the weight of that empty classroom and Keal's back and the door closing behind him. She picked up food she wasn't sure she was hungry for and told herself to stop thinking and found a spot at the end of a table and sat down.Then she heard her name."Liora."Something in the voice made her look up before she'd processed the tone of it.Derek stood at the canteen entrance.Fresh red roses in his hand. One bunch, properly wrapped, the kind you didn't grab from a corner shop. The kind you thought about. Around him the canteen had already clocked it — heads turning, phones coming up, that specific ripple of awareness moving through a crowd that had just identified something worth watching.Lior went completely still.No.The word arrived in her chest flat and immediate before anything else did. Not from cruelty. Not from indifference. Just — no. The certainty of it
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Chapter: silent was no funThe CanteenThe board hadn't changed in twenty minutes.Same notes. Same handwriting. Same words she'd been staring at since the lesson started without absorbing a single one of them. Lior sat at her desk and let her eyes point forward and thought about nothing that was in this classroom.She was done.She'd made a decision somewhere between waking up and arriving at school and the decision was simple — she was done sitting with this feeling and doing nothing about it. Done watching Keal be cold and distant and pretending that was fine. Done telling herself she didn't care about the distance when the distance was the only thing she'd been thinking about for days.She stood up.Walked out.The canteen was half full at this hour — people between classes, the lunch crowd not yet arrived. She heard him before she saw him. That specific low energy that gathered around Keal wherever he went, the particular frequency of a group of girls who had found what they were looking for and had no int
Last Updated: 2026-04-07
Chapter: the mirrorThe MirrorHis room was exactly as he'd left it.That was the thing about rooms — they didn't register what you'd been through. Same bed, same desk, same mirror on the wall reflecting a version of him that looked like he'd been through something and hadn't decided yet how to feel about it.Sol stood in front of it.Looked at himself for a long moment.The anger was there. He could see it in his own face — that tight jaw, that particular set of his eyes — and underneath it the other thing that refused to go away regardless of what Zaren said or didn't say. Both of them sitting in him at the same time, occupying the same chest, and he was done pretending they didn't.He looked at his own reflection."Fine." His voice came out quiet and certain. "You can't love me." He held his own gaze. "Then my love will be enough for both of us."The corner of his mouth pulled."But you don't get off that easily."He pulled off his shirt.The mirror showed him what Zaren had left behind — marks at his
Last Updated: 2026-04-06
Chapter: a suitorChapter NineIrabella's POVNobody moved for three full seconds after my mother's invitation landed.Then Daemon stepped into the living room and the whole atmosphere shifted the way it always did when he walked into a space. Like the room rearranged itself around him without being asked.He sat.My father straightened in his armchair. My mother smoothed her skirt and reached for the bell to call for fresh tea. Isabella unfolded herself from the far wall and crossed the room and sat beside him — close, her hand finding his forearm, fingers curling around it like she was staking a flag in the ground.I sat in the chair furthest from him.Back straight. Phone face down in my lap. Smile in place.Fine. I could do this. Twenty minutes. Thirty at most. Polite conversation, family performance, get through it and leave.My wolf had a different opinion.She was pressed up against the inside of my chest like she wanted to break through it. That pull — that constant low dragging pull — was ten
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Chapter: dark desireChapter EightIrabella's POVIsabella's threat still hung in the air after the door clicked shut.I sat there.Let it settle.Then something shifted in my chest. Something that had been coiled tight and small for a very long time slowly straightened up.What's the worst she can do.Exile me again? I survived that. Humiliate me in front of a pack that already hated me? Done. Take something else that belonged to me?She'd already taken everything worth taking.My hands unclenched. I looked at them. Steady.I was done being scared of Isabella. Done rearranging myself around her moods and her threats and the particular way she smiled right before she destroyed something.I hadn't come back here for Daemon. That was the truth. I'd come back because my exile ended and I had nowhere else and I was tired of running from a life that was technically mine.And I'd tried. I had genuinely tried to stay away from him. Skipped dinner. Kept to my room. Took different hallways.Apparently the universe
Last Updated: 2026-04-07
Chapter: dengerious obsessionIsabella's POVI came down for water.That's all. Just water.The house was dark and quiet and mine. No staff hovering. No pack members watching my face for cues. No performance required. Just me and the silence at two in the morning, moving through my own home in bare feet.Except it wasn't my home anymore.I don't know when I stopped thinking of it that way. Somewhere between month four and month seven, maybe. Somewhere in the stretch of nights when Daemon would come to bed and turn away without a word and I'd lie there in the dark counting the inches between us like they meant something.I pushed open the kitchen door.And stopped.The refrigerator light cut through the dark like a spotlight and she was standing in it.Irabella.That nightgown. That nothing of a nightgown, white and thin, the kind of thing you wear when you think no one will ever see you. And Daemon — my husband, my Alpha, the man who hadn't looked at me in eleven months — had her wrists pinned above her head again
Last Updated: 2026-04-06
Chapter: sleep was a joke Sleep was a joke I'd been staring at the ceiling for three hours, counting cracks in the plaster like they meant something. Like if I found the right pattern, my brain would finally shut up.It wouldn't.My wolf had been restless since dinner. Since I'd made the decision not to go down. I'd stood at the top of the stairs, heard his voice carry up from the dining room — just his voice, one sentence, something mundane about pack borders — and my wolf had surged so hard my knees buckled.I'd gone back to my room.Told myself I wasn't hungry.My stomach had been calling me a liar ever since.2:04 AM.Everyone was asleep. The house had gone quiet an hour ago — no footsteps, no low murmur of conversation, nothing. Just the kind of dark silence that only exists in the middle of the night when a house stops pretending to be warm.I swung my legs over the side of the bed.Didn't bother changing.Why would I? It was two in the morning. The house was dead. I'd be down and back
Last Updated: 2026-04-01
Chapter: vanityChapter SixIsabella sat at her vanity.The mirror showed a woman who had everything. A powerful husband. A pack that worshipped her. A life built exactly the way she wanted it.She should be satisfied.She wasn't.Her phone was in her hand. She'd been gripping it for twenty minutes. Her knuckles were white.She kept seeing it. The way Daemon looked at Irabella at the ball. That split second before he caught himself. That flicker in his eyes that Isabella had never once seen when he looked at her.Recognition.She set the phone down carefully on the vanity. Picked up her brush. Started pulling it through her hair.Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.Her reflection stared back at her. Calm. Composed.Inside her head it was a different story.What if he figures it out.The thought had been circling since last night. Small at first. Easy to dismiss. But it kept coming back, each time a little louder.What if his wolf already knows. What if that look at the ball was the beginning of something. What i
Last Updated: 2026-03-19
Chapter: bondsChapter FiveI woke up to sunlight burning through my curtains.My body ached. My lips still tingled from where he'd almost kissed me.Almost.I pressed my fingers to my mouth. Remembered the way he'd looked at me. The way his hands felt on my waist.The way he'd pulled away like I was poison.I sat up. Looked at the clock.Nine AM.I'd barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Felt him. Heard his voice saying things he shouldn't say.I got up. Showered. Put on jeans and a simple shirt.Sprayed the perfume.The chemical smell made my stomach turn.I stared at myself in the mirror.Five years. Five years and nothing changed.I was still hiding. Still pretending. Still invisible.I went downstairs.Voices came from the dining room.Laughter.I stopped at the doorway.They were all there.Mom. Dad. Isabella. Daemon.Having breakfast like a happy family.Isabella was sitting next to Daemon. Her hand on his arm. Smiling up at him.He was looking at his plate. Jaw tight."Irabel
Last Updated: 2026-01-23
you are mine only mine
Synopsis
Rose has nothing.
Three years inside the Quinn mansion — cooking, cleaning, invisible — while her husband waits for the woman he actually loves. When that woman walks back through the door, Rose walks out. Divorce papers signed. Suitcase in the rain.
Then four black cars block an empty road.
The Albert brothers have spent thirteen years searching for their kidnapped sister. The DNA doesn't lie. Rose Albert is finally home — to a family that loves her, a stepsister who wants her gone, and a name worth half a billion dollars.
But the real problem has green eyes.
Damien Rodriguez walks through locked doors. His reflection moves half a second behind his body. His eyes burn red in the dark. He arrived at the Albert estate one morning, looked past everyone in the room, and pointed directly at Rose.
Her. She's mine.
The contract predates her birth. The agreement was made before Rose existed — between Damien and her bloodline. He has been watching her entire life. Waiting. Certain.
Because Rose isn't just an heiress.
She carries something four hundred years old inside her. And Damien — ancient, dangerous, and not entirely human — has been waiting through centuries for her to come back to him.
She just doesn't know it yet.
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Chapter: follow the rosesChapter 25: Follow The RosesThe door opened without knocking.Two maids walked in. A third behind them. Between them — a dress. Red. The kind of red that didn't ask permission.I sat up in bed."Mrs. Rose." The first one smiled. "The boss asked us to get you ready."I looked at the dress. Then at them. "Get me ready for what. Where is he."My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I picked it up.Don't ask too many questions kitten. Get dressed and come down.Heat moved up my neck before I could stop it.I put the phone down."Fine," I said. "Let's go."One hour later I stood in front of the mirror and didn't recognize myself.The dress fit like it was made specifically for this body on this night. Red. Floor length. The kind of cut that was somehow both modest and devastating at the same time. My hair was pinned up with pieces falling loose around my face. The makeup was minimal — just enough to make my eyes look like they meant something.I stood there and stared.Then I walked out.With
Last Updated: 2026-04-11
Chapter: dravenChapter 24: DravenThe ceiling was familiar.That was the first thing I registered. The particular height of it. The stillness.His room.I turned my head.Damien sat beside the bed. Jacket off. Elbows on his knees. Eyes fixed on my face with something in them I had never seen there before — unguarded, stripped clean of everything he usually kept layered over himself.The moment my eyes opened his hand found my face."Are you hurt." Low. Careful. "Does anything hurt.""I—" I tried to sit up.His hand moved to my shoulder. Gentle but firm."What happened." I pressed my fingers to my temple. "I can't remember. The last thing I remember was the card at breakfast and then—" Nothing. A clean wall where memory should have been. "Nothing.""High fever," he said. "You fainted. That's all."I looked at his face.Something about the way he said it sat slightly wrong. Too smooth. Too ready.I didn't push it."I'm fine," I said."I know." His thumb moved across my cheekbone. "I won't let anything
Last Updated: 2026-04-06
Chapter: photographChapter 23: The PhotographThe mirror told me nothing at first.I stood in front of it and looked. Really looked. Searching for whatever Charles had seen in eleven years of watching us both move through the same house.Just my face. My eyes. My hair.Nothing remarkable.Then I went still.And saw it.The way I was standing — weight slightly forward, head tilted a fraction to the left, every muscle completely motionless while my brain worked.Exactly the way Damien stood.I hadn't learned it from him. I'd known him days.Which meant I came with it.I stepped closer to the glass.Pressed my palm flat against it.The mirror fogged. Not from breath. From my hand. The glass responding to the contact like it recognized it — a perfect fog print spreading from my palm outward.I yanked my hand back.Watched the print fade slowly.Stood there breathing.No.I shook my head. Said it out loud to the empty room.No. I'm exhausted. I haven't slept properly in days. I'm in a strange house with a st
Last Updated: 2026-04-04
Chapter: similarChapter 22: SimilarI woke up alone.Again.Except this time the emptiness sat differently. My body felt it before my brain did — that deep settled weight that comes after something that can't be taken back.I stared at the ceiling.Waited for the regret to show up.It didn't.I got up. Showered. Pulled on clothes and came downstairs and found breakfast already on the table, staff moving quietly at the edges of the room like they'd been trained to exist without being noticed.I sat down.And beside my plate — a black card. No name. Just a note in handwriting I already recognized.Spend however you like.I picked it up. Turned it over. Set it back down.Looked around the dining room. The black walls. The high ceilings. The quiet that lived in this house like it belonged here.For the first time since I arrived I didn't feel like a visitor in it.I picked up my coffee.And let my mind go where it had been trying to go since I opened my eyes.His eyes. Fully red. Not a flash — both of th
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: hot morningThe first thing Rose noticed when she woke was the emptiness beside her.Damien was gone.She reached over, pressing her palm flat against his side of the bed — still warm. He hadn't been gone long. She exhaled slowly, blinking up at the ceiling, when the bathroom door swung open and he stepped out.Just a towel.Water trailed down the hard planes of his chest, following the cut lines of his abdomen before disappearing beneath the white fabric knotted low at his hips. He ran a hand through his damp hair, unbothered, completely unaware — or pretending to be — of the way Rose had gone utterly still.She couldn't help it. Her eyes moved over him slowly, hungrily, tracing every ridge and curve. She thought about those arms. How they had held her down. How certain they had felt around her body. The memory of the night before rushed back in a wave — the way he had taken her apart, piece by piece, until she had shattered completely — and heat bloomed low in her stomach, spreading fast."Like
Last Updated: 2026-03-29
Chapter: locked doorChapter 20: The Locked DoorSleep didn't come.I lay there staring at the ceiling with the sheets pulled up and the room completely dark and my brain running at a speed that had no intention of slowing down.I gave up after an hour.I slipped out of bed, pulled on a hoodie over my shorts and padded out into the corridor. The house was quiet. A light under the study door at the far end of the hall told me where Damien was.I went the other direction.The house was different at night.Still black. Still massive. But quieter in a way that felt less cold than it had this morning. I moved through the corridors slowly, one hand trailing the wall, and waited for the unease that should have been there.It didn't come.Instead something else settled over me. Slow and strange and impossible to name. Like the house recognized my footsteps. Like the walls had been waiting for exactly this — me, barefoot, moving through the dark like I'd done it a thousand times before.Like I belonged here.That
Last Updated: 2026-03-28
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