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: blood of the fatherChapter — Blood of the FatherThe chamber was warm despite the season — kept that way deliberately, warded, humming with old magic. On the table at its center, a heart beat. Slow. Steady. Alive in a body that no longer had one.Kang's heart.Mei stood over it the way she'd stood over that table every night for weeks, watching it pulse, willing it to mean something more than a promise unfulfilled. Her son. Her only son. Reduced to this — a heartbeat with nowhere to go."We're running out of time," she said. Flat. Not looking away from it. "We need Zarian's blood."Aurora leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, unhurried the way she was unhurried about everything."Patience is the key."Mei turned. For the first time in longer than either of them could remember, something in her voice cracked wide open."Patient." She said the word like it burned her mouth to form it. "We have been patient. Where has it gotten us. My grandson doesn't even know his own father exists — doesn't know Kang's bl
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: hot bondChapter — ThreeCassius's study was smaller at night.Or maybe it just felt that way — three bodies, three heartbeats hammering out of sync, and no door left to hide behind. The lamp on the desk threw everything into amber and shadow. Outside, the wind pressed against the glass like it wanted in on whatever was about to happen.Cyrus sat with the ease of a man who'd already decided how this conversation ended. Legs crossed. One arm draped along the chair's back. Dark eyes half-lidded, watching Zarian the way a predator watches something it has already caught and is simply waiting to see admit it.Zarian stood at the window. Arms locked across his chest. Jaw set hard enough that a muscle jumped along it every few seconds. Putting every inch of distance the small room allowed between himself and the two men behind him — as if distance had ever once stopped a bond from doing exactly what it wanted.Sol sat in the middle chair.Literally between them. Physically between them. And it wasn'
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: the clickChapter — The ClickBy second period, everyone knew.Sol felt it before he understood it. The hallway had changed overnight. Heads turned a half-second too long. Voices dropped the moment he passed and rose again the moment he didn't. Phones angled wrong, screens tilted his way like nobody was pretending anymore.He opened the pack's private network and understood.#PackScandal. #NorthernAlliance. #ZarianClaimed.Eleven thousand views. Before first bell.Sol's stomach dropped straight through the floor. It wasn't the kiss that gutted him. It was the caption. Derek — had to be Derek — had written: Alpha's grandson caught claiming a mate while the northern alliance visit is days away. Guess loyalty runs thin in that house. Under it, a second clip. Keal and Lior against the wall. A different caption, uglier: Wasn't she supposed to be spoken for?Sol read that line four times before it landed.Spoken for.He didn't know what it meant. But the phrasing was deliberate. Aimed. Written by som
Last Updated: 2026-07-10
Chapter: What the Table Doesn't SayChapter — The breakfast table was full.That was the problem.Amara at the head, going through the week's schedule with Lucian half-listening, half-watching Kai across the table. Rachel refilling Dimitri's coffee without being asked. Malik picking at eggs he wasn't eating, jaw tight, eyes anywhere but across from him. Keal and Lior on opposite ends, careful — too careful, the specific careful of two people who'd left something unfinished in a hallway the day before.And Sol.Zarian caught it the second he sat down. Not dramatic. Not obvious enough for anyone else at a table this crowded, this loud, this full of its own noise to notice.Sol wasn't eating.Sol's eyes kept finding the window. The door. The far wall. Anywhere that wasn't Zarian's face — and that, more than anything, was the thing that sat wrong in Zarian's chest like a stone dropped into still water.He couldn't ask.Not here. Not with Amara three seats down asking Kai about his week, not with Lucian's attention sweeping
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: grassChapter — GrassThe napkin was soaked through. Useless.Sol's fingers wouldn't let go of it anyway.Zarian crouched in front of him. Close. Too close — the kind of close that used to mean something, that Sol's body still hadn't learned to stop hoping meant something. Cedar. Cold air off his skin. That low thread underneath it that Sol had never been able to name and never stopped chasing."I don't do mate."Flat. No inflection at all."Or love."Sol's chest caved in around the words like they'd been aimed."I told you that already."Zarian's thumb came up. Dragged under Sol's eye. Rough. Not gentle — never gentle — but his hand lingered half a second too long against Sol's cheek before he pulled it back, and that half second did something to Sol's pulse that the words hadn't.He hated that.Hated that even now, even after that, his body still leaned into the touch like it was starving."So stop crying here." Zarian's eyes were black in the dark. Unreadable. "Like a lost kitten."He st
Last Updated: 2026-07-07
Chapter: glassChapter — Glass"Too bad."Malik lifted Kai's hand off his throat."I don't want you satisfying my needs." Direct. Final. "Go back to whoever you've been with. Let them handle it."He walked into the party.Kai stood in the alcove.The curtain swung back into place.He stood there with gold fading from his eyes and something in his chest that had no clean name and nowhere to go.The terrace doors opened.Zarian stepped through.Cold air. Immediate. He reached into his jacket. Lit a cigarette. Exhaled into the dark and let the party noise become something distant and manageable.Sol was at the far railing.Back to the garden. Hands on the metal. His eyes found Zarian the second he stepped through the door and stayed.Zarian leaned against the wall.Smoked.The night sat between them.The glass door opened behind him.Zarian felt the aura before he processed the sound of footsteps — something large and dark and specific pressing into the air of the terrace. Not threatening. Worse. Certa
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
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
Chapter: NEVER YOUR DAUGHTER"CHAPTER FORTY-SIX — "NEVER YOUR DAUGHTER"Irabella's POVDaemon walked out first.The door closed behind him and the room changed immediately — the air shifting, the last buffer between me and my parents gone, the specific quality of a space that had just lost the only person in it with the power to make anyone behave.My mother's hand closed around my arm before the click of the latch had finished.Hard. Immediate. The grip that didn't ask, that had never once in twenty-six years asked — that simply took, because taking had always been the language she used with me and she saw no reason to learn another."Did you tell him."Not a question. An accusation wearing the shape of one, her voice low and furious, the fury of a woman who had already decided on the verdict and was simply going through the procedural motion of asking."You ungrateful child." Her grip tightened. I felt the bones of my arm compress and said nothing. "How could you do this to your sister. After everything we've —
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: the testCHAPTER FORTY-FIVE — "THE TEST"Irabella's POVDaemon's face gave nothing away.That was the first thing I noticed — standing two steps behind him in the hospital corridor, watching him push Isabella's door open without knocking, without softening his posture, without any of the small adjustments people made when they were entering a room they were uncertain of. He walked in the way he walked into every room he'd already decided to own.His jaw was set. His eyes were flat. Whatever was moving behind them had been put somewhere unreachable before he'd crossed the threshold.Isabella was already watching the door.She'd been watching it — I understood that immediately, from the angle of her head, from the way she was positioned against the pillows with the IV line visible and her hands folded just so. She sat up the moment he entered, and the sitting-up was its own performance — slow, careful, the specific stiffness of a woman whose body was still recovering. Her shoulders curved in. He
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: TRUMP CARD"CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR — "TRUMP CARD"Isabella's POVThe smirk came before the phone was fully down.I felt it arrive — slow, satisfied, the kind that didn't perform for anyone because there was no one in the room to perform for. Just me, and the phone, and the specific warmth of a plan clicking into its final position."Daemon, baby."I said it to the empty room. To the ceiling. To the photo still faintly glowing on my screen — his face, composed and certain, the face he wore in every room and had worn beside mine on the day I had made him mine."You're mine." My voice came out low and absolute. "Only mine." I looked at the photo for one more second. "I won't let anyone take you from me. Not even fate itself."I hummed.A small sound. Private. The specific contentment of a woman who had spent twenty-six years learning that the only thing standing between her and what she wanted was the willingness to reach for it.I started counting.Five.My thumb moved to the recording app. Opened it.
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: mumCHAPTER FORTY-THREE — "MUM"Isabella's POVThe phone rang twice.I had the tears ready before anyone answered.Not produced — constructed. Built from the inside out, the specific architecture of grief that I had refined over twenty-six years into something I could deploy in under three seconds. The breath catching at the right interval. The slight thickening of the throat. The quality of sound that made people on the other end of a phone reach for something to hold onto before they'd processed a single word.The line opened."Mum." My voice cracked on cue — not too much, never too much, just enough to land in the chest of whoever was listening and stay there. "Dad. I'm going to die. My life is ruined. It's over, Mum."A sharp intake of breath. My mother's voice, immediately stripped of everything except alarm."Isabella. What happened — what's wrong—""Ira." I let the name arrive alone. Let it sit on the line like an accusation before I added anything to it. Then the sob — full, break
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: verificationCHAPTER FORTY-TWO — "VERIFICATION"Daemon's POVThe pack doctor's office smelled like antiseptic and old paper.Daemon had been here twice in twenty years. Once when he was nineteen and had taken a silver blade to the shoulder in a border dispute that he'd won and not told his father about. Once the night his first Beta died, when the grief had expressed itself physically in the way pack bonds sometimes did — as something that had to be verified and not just felt.He hadn't been here since.He set the bottle on the desk without sitting down. Without preamble. Just placed it in the center of the desk lamp's light and stepped back and watched Dr. Whitmore's face.The doctor looked at it.At him.Back at the bottle — his hand reaching for it slowly, the careful, unhurried movement of a man approaching something he already recognized and was taking his time confirming. He turned it once under the light. The liquid inside caught the glow and held it.His expression changed.Not dramaticall
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: doubtCHAPTER FORTY-ONE — "DOUBT"Irabella's POV"Scent-hiding potion."He said it quietly. The specific quiet that had no heat in it — no anger, nothing as readable as anger. Just low and measured and absolutely still, the voice of a man who had already organized his thoughts and was now simply waiting to see what I did with mine."Why do you have more than one bottle."My brain stopped.Not slowed. Stopped. Every rehearsed answer, every exit route, every version of a lie I might have constructed in advance — gone. Cleared out by the single fact of him standing there with that bottle in his hand and those eyes on my face, reading it the way he read everything, with the unhurried certainty of someone who was very rarely wrong.His gaze didn't move.Full weight. The kind that didn't blink, didn't shift, didn't give an inch — it pinned me to the spot as effectively as a hand would have, and my body registered it the same way. My pulse had gone somewhere frantic. My hands, at my sides, had cur
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
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