Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir
Preview:“Pin her to the ground. Dom, you keep those damn legs down.” Dante coughed as he stood up to regain himself.
They wanted a weapon. They created a queen.
Novalee Ashford had a simple life-a job she tolerated, a husband she adored, a future she believed in.
Then Dante Santoro decided she was his.
Ripped from everything she knew, Novalee is thrust into a world of violence, cruelty, and impossible choices. The Santoro family doesn't just want to own her body-they want to remake her soul. Under their brutal tutelage, she transforms from victim to weapon, from captive to bride.
But Novalee has a secret: she remembers who she was. And she's planning something they never expected.
Vengeance.
With Atlas-the guard who was supposed to keep her caged-as her unlikely ally, Novalee plays the deadliest game of her life. Every smile hides a blade. Every submission masks rebellion. Every moment brings her closer to the reckoning they deserve.
They wanted to create a monster.
They succeeded.
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir is a dark romance containing mature themes and graphic content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
****WARNINGS****
Explicit sexual assault/rape
Non-consensual sexual situations
Explicit consensual sexual content
Sexual degradation and humiliation
Forced sexual performance
Violence:
Graphic murder
Torture
Domestic violence and abuse
Blood and gore
Beatings and physical assault
Captivity & Control:
Kidnapping and imprisonment
Human trafficking elements
Forced marriage
Psychological manipulation and gaslighting
Conditioning and breaking
Loss of autonomy
Trauma & Loss:
Pregnancy loss
Forced hysterectomy
Suicide
Grief and mourning
PTSD symptoms
Other:
Forced drug administration
Starvation/food control
Sleep deprivation
Isolation
Death of spouse
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Eight Part 2: The AftermathA week later. Novalee woke. Hospital room. Private. Secure. Guards outside. Not to keep her in. To keep threats out.The surgeries had been extensive. Emergency hysterectomy. Facial reconstruction. Blood transfusions. Infection prevention. Three days under heavy sedation while her body began the long process of healing.Atlas sat beside the bed. Waiting. His shoulder bandaged but functional.Her eyes opened. Unfocused. Confused. Then—memory. Rushing back. The rape. The stabbing. The child. The killing. All of it.Her hand moved to her abdomen. Bandaged. Stitched. Empty."The baby," she whispered. Voice raw. Broken."Gone," Atlas said gently. "I'm sorry. The knife—it killed the child. They had to remove—they had to do surgery. To save you. They couldn't save the baby. Or—or your ability to have more. The damage was too extensive. They had to remove everything."Tears fell. Silent. Devastating. The child gone. The future gone. The possibility of more—gone.All of it taken. All of it des
Last Updated: 2026-04-11
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Eight Part 1: The AftermathThe doctors worked fast. Professional. Efficient. Years of treating Blackwing injuries made them unshakeable.Novalee on a gurney. Unconscious now. The adrenaline finally fading. The pain overwhelming. The blood loss catastrophic.Three major wounds. The face—slashed from left eye to chin. Deep. Requiring careful suturing to minimize scarring. Though the scar would remain. Permanent. Visible.The abdomen—stabbed. The knife had gone deep. Into the uterus. Into the child. Emergency surgery required. To remove what couldn't be saved. To repair what could. To stop the bleeding. To save her life.Between her legs—trauma. Tearing. Bleeding. Evidence of brutal sexual assault. The doctors documenting. Photographing. Building the case. The evidence of what had been done to her.Atlas stood nearby. Watching. Waiting. His own shoulder wound bandaged. Minor compared to hers. Survivable without surgery. Just cleaning. Packing. Wrapping.The head doctor approached. Older. Experienced. Loyal to the
Last Updated: 2026-04-10
Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 4: The TruthThe knife moved one final time. To his navel. She pressed the tip in. Then dragged. Slowly. Deliberately. Up through his abdomen. Through his chest. To his sternum. Up his throat. To his chin. Into his mouth.Dante screamed. Tried to. The sound gurgling. Blood pouring.She pulled the knife out. Watched him collapse. Watched him bleed. Watched him die. The light fading from his eyes just like the life that faded from her womb.Slowly. Painfully. The way he deserved.Her child didn't deserve what he did though. This was justice for that being.When he finally stopped moving, when the man who'd owned her, used her, destroyed her was dead, she dropped the knife.Looked around. The war room. Blood everywhere. Bodies everywhere. Isabella dead. Dante dead. Guards dead. Atlas—Atlas caught her as she collapsed. The adrenaline fading. The pain overwhelming. The blood loss, too much. From her face. From her abdomen. From everything."I've got you," he said. Lowering her carefully. "I've got you
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 3: The TruthNovalee lay there. Guards still holding her down until her struggles stopped and they released her. Covered in blood. Tears streaming. The knife still embedded in her abdomen. The child dying inside her while Dante's violation leaked from her body.No more Red Bride. No more Novalee. Just rage. Pure. Consuming. Maternal.Something new was born in that moment. In that pain. In that loss. In that unbearable violation. Something without a name yet. Something that would destroy everything.Her body moved. Impossibly fast. Impossibly strong. The guards holding her—she threw them off. Broke free. The pain in her abdomen—she ignored it. Pushed through it. Let it fuel her.She grabbed the first guard. Twisted his neck. Killed him instantly.The second guard lunged. Her hand went to her abdomen. To the knife still embedded there. The knife that had murdered her child. She ripped it out. The pain blinding. Blood pouring.She drove it into his throat. The same blade that killed her baby now kill
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 2: The TruthHis hands moved to her clothes. Ripping. Tearing. Exposing her. The guards holding her down as she struggled. As she fought. As she screamed.Atlas roared. Fighting against his restraints. Against the guards. "Don't touch her! Dante, don't—""Shut him up," Dante ordered.A guard hit Atlas. Hard. Silencing him. But his eyes never left Novalee. Horror. Rage. Grief. Helplessness.Dante climbed onto the table. Over her. Between her legs being held apart by the guards. His rage, his fury, his need to punish and destroy overwhelming everything else."You betrayed me," he hissed. His hands on her exposed skin. Rough. Violent. "You fucked him. You carry his child. You made me believe it was mine. You destroyed everything. And now I destroy what you created with him."He forced himself inside her. Brutal. Violent. No preparation. No care. Just rage and punishment and ownership.Novalee screamed. The violation. The pain. The horror of being raped on a table while guards held her down. While her
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Seven Part 1: The TruthSilence. Heavy. Suffocating. Dante's hand on her throat. His eyes boring into hers."Answer me," he said quietly. Deadly. "When did you conceive?"She couldn't speak. Couldn't lie. Couldn't do anything but stand there. His hand on her throat. The truth impossible to hide.His eyes shifted. Over her shoulder. To Atlas.Calculation visible. Pieces falling into place. The grounding sessions. The proximity. The constant presence. The connection between them."Atlas," Dante said. Not a question. A realization. "You've been grounding her. For months. Since the rebuilding. Isabella's orders. Physical release to keep her stable. To keep her functional."Atlas said nothing. Face neutral. Professional. But something flickered in his eyes. Fear. Guilt. Love.Dante saw it. "The grounding sessions. They weren't just oral. Were they? You fucked her. You took what was mine. You put your child in her. In my wife. In my property.""Dante—" Novalee started.His hand tightened on her throat. Not choking
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Claimed as the Wrong Bride
Claimed as the Wrong Bride: Tripicity Book One
Octavia Maddox is a grey zone artist living rough in Tripicity, selling her work to survive. When mob boss Bastien Leclair arranges a contract marriage with Olivia Maddox to secure a political alliance against his rival Corporal, Olivia refuses and doesn't show up. A gallery mix-up, possibly deliberate, puts Occy in the wrong room at the right moment. She signs a contract she doesn't fully understand in exchange for a number that covers the warehouse she's been saving for.
Bastien comes to collect. What follows is a chase through the grey zone, a count system of punishments for running, a fever that lands her in hospital, and a slow negotiation of trust between two people who don't trust easily.
He moves her to the Alderton, his building, his world, and builds her a studio with north-facing light. She migrates to his bed without deciding to. They fall into something neither of them names.
Meanwhile Corporal, operating as Mrs. Santoro, has been watching Occy through a hacked security feed and commissions a painting from her. The three-way power structure of the city tightens around Occy without her knowing it. The Meridian overstep begins destabilising the grey zone she built her life in. Bastien's attempt to secure her position legally through a Maddox family adoption explodes when he tells her without asking her first. She walks out. He sits in the room she left.
Coming: the grey zone war, the Maddox meeting with Occy, Corporal's escalation, the truth about who engineered the signing, and whether Occy chooses to stay. Not because she has to, but because she wants to.
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Chapter: Chapter 12 Part 1: Gold LeafShe found a payphone on the south end of Merchant, two streets from the warehouse, and called Sol from it because she was not yet ready to think about the number sitting in her memory and what it meant that she had it.Sol answered on the second ring."Your collector's people have been in touch again," Sol said, before she could speak. "Three times this week. They want to arrange a studio visit to check on the piece's progress.""Tell them the piece is progressing.""They want to see it.""Tell them it can't be photographed. Doesn't exist outside the room it's being made in. A studio visit would add nothing to their understanding of the work's current status." She paused. "That's true, incidentally.""It's also a very good deflection." Sol's voice had the quality it got when Sol was doing two things at once, which was most of the time. "Occy. Are you alright. You've been calling from payphones for three weeks.""I'm fine.""That's not an answer.""Sol. The contract. Is there anything
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
Chapter: Chapter 11 Part 2: The NetThe man closed the door behind her. The other one was already moving around to the far side, to the opposite rear door, to sit beside her and ensure she stayed where she was supposed to be.She reached across and opened the far door from the inside before he reached the handle.She was out before anyone had fully processed what was happening.The street on the far side of the car was a narrow service road running alongside the gym building, the kind of street that existed for deliveries and refuse collection, that connected to the grey zone's internal network of passages. She knew it. She had walked it twice on her morning route variations.She was already moving when she heard the car door on the near side open.She ran.Not the careful not-running of Vane Street after the gallery. Actually ran, full stride, gym bag across her body, in the trainers she wore for rack work which were considerably better suited to this than gallery heels had been. The service road connected to a passage
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Chapter: Chapter 11 Part 1: The NetShe found out at six-fifteen in the morning.She had a shift at The Meridian that night with a full day before it. The warehouse in the afternoon. The gym in the morning for the shower and the rack work she did three times a week because the pole required it and because the specific physical satisfaction of a body that knew what it could do was one of the things she had that was genuinely hers.She scanned her membership card at the front desk. The reader beeped in a way that was different from the usual beep. The staff member behind the desk looked at the screen with the expression of someone reading something they had not been expecting."It's saying the account is inactive," she said.Occy looked at the reader. "It was active yesterday.""I can see there's been a flag on the account." The staff member clicked through a few screens. "I'm not seeing a cancellation notice or a payment failure. It's just showing as suspended." She looked up with the specific apologetic expression of so
Last Updated: 2026-06-24
Chapter: Chapter 10 Part 6: First CatchBastien did not sleep immediately.He stood at the window for a while after Adler and Rook had gone, which was not unusual. He often stood at windows. He found the city useful to look at when he was thinking, the specific pattern of it, the logic that became visible from above that was invisible from inside.He was thinking about Octavia Maddox.Not about the marriage. Not about the territory or the commission or the twelve months or the Maddox family's possible sabotage or any of the other pieces of the situation that had legitimate professional claim on his attention. He was thinking about her specifically, the particular texture of her, and he was doing it with the uncomfortable clarity of a man who had noticed something and could no longer unnotice it.She was beautiful. He had registered this at the gallery the way he registered things that were relevant and had set it aside in the professional category, which was where he put information that was present but not immediately acti
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Chapter: Chapter 10 Part 5: First Catch"Octavia Rose Maddox," she said. "Twenty-six. Born in Tripicity. No known biological family in the city. Entered the foster system at age four after a child protection intervention. Seven placements between four and eighteen. No adoption. No long-term guardian placement. Aged out at eighteen." She said it the way she said everything, without pause, without inflection, each fact delivered with the precision of someone who had read the file until she knew it rather than until she had finished it. "The last placement was a family in the Thornmere district. She left at eighteen. No contact recorded after that."Nobody said anything."No tenancy ever registered under her legal name. No property ownership. No hotel bookings. No residential address on any system at any point after she left the foster system." A pause. "Eight years of nothing.""Eight years," Bastien said."Eight years." Vex looked at him. "She has never had a registered address as an adult.""The art," Bastien said."Ash Van
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Chapter: Chapter 10 Part 4: First CatchBastien was back at the Alderton by one in the morning.Adler was already there, which meant Adler had not gone to sleep and had not intended to. He was at the table with the legal pad and a coffee that was on its second hour and a specific expression that Bastien had come to associate with situations that were developing in directions Adler found professionally uncomfortable."The bank account," Bastien said."Monitored as of this morning." Adler turned a page on the legal pad. "The direct deposit from The Meridian is the only regular income. Cash transactions only elsewhere, no ATM withdrawals in any traceable pattern. The first installment of the commission is sitting in the account untouched.""She hasn't touched the commission.""Not yet. The autopayments continue. Gym membership, a storage facility in the grey zone, a prepaid phone service that cycles every four to six weeks." A pause. "The phone cycles make her difficult to reach by conventional means. Every time a number goes
Last Updated: 2026-06-09
The Rogue’s Savage Claim on Me
The wolf didn’t come to protect her anymore.
He came to claim what fate had already decided was his.
Elowen thought the creature at the edge of her property was only a strange kind of guardian—silent, watchful, almost gentle in the way he lingered in the tree line as if protecting her from something she couldn’t name.
Until the night he finally moved.
Rain-dark air turns electric with instinct as those golden eyes burn with something feral and starving, and the distance between them shatters in a heartbeat. What follows isn’t an attack, not truly—it’s nature unleashed, a bond demanding to be sealed in the only language the beast understands.
Elowen was never being hunted.
She was being chosen.
In the cold earth of the forest, fear and surrender blur together as something ancient awakens between them—teeth, hunger, heat, and a connection that feels less like violence and more like destiny snapping into place.
And when the darkness takes her, Elowen understands one impossible truth:
This wolf was never just a wolf.
He has been waiting for her.
And once the bond is made, it cannot be undone.
Because whatever he is…
he has marked her as his.
TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNINGS
Oral, anal, and public sex
Knotting
Primal/rough sex
Light BDSM
Sexual assault
Female-on-male sexual assault
Female-on-female sexual assault
Forced orgasms / body betrayal
Forced to watch partner's assault
Forced threesome
Sexual torture and humiliation
Degrading language
Forced nudity and collaring
Graphic torture
Cutting and burning
Finger amputation
Electrocution
Flogging and beating
Starvation
Graphic fight scenes
Character deaths
Blood and gore
Gunshot wounds
PTSD and trauma responses
Panic attacks
Dissociation
Psychological manipulation
Gaslighting
Captivity and imprisonment
Kidnapping
Past abusive relationship
Stalking
Wolf-form sex
Pregnancy
Death of family members
Drugging
Revenge killing
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Chapter: Chapter 32 Part 6: SettlingELOWENThat night, Fao told me about the scouts.We were in bed, his body curved around mine, his hand resting on my thigh near the healing wound. It had become our ritual, debriefing in the dark, sharing what we'd learned, trying to make sense of it all together."Three times this week," he said quietly. "Testing our borders. Looking for weaknesses.""What does Corvin think?""Corvin thinks they're probing, not preparing. That an actual attack is still weeks away, maybe months." He was quiet for a moment. "Jasper thinks Corvin is wrong. That we should strike first.""And what do you think?""I think Jasper is young and angry and tired of waiting. But I also think Corvin might be too cautious." His arm tightened around me. "I think House Varen is planning something, and I don't know what it is yet."I rolled to face him, wincing slightly as my leg protested. "What about Trevor? Nina said the council is discussing... options.""They are. Sylvia wants him dealt with quietly. An accident
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Chapter: Chapter 32 Part 5: SettlingFAOBy the fifth day, I'd learned several things about my pack.First: they were loyal. Fiercely, stubbornly loyal. Twenty-one years without an Alpha, holding territory against House Varen, waiting for a prince who might never return, and they'd held the line. That kind of loyalty wasn't given lightly.Second: they were watching me. Not with hostility, but with assessment. Every interaction, every training session, every decision I made, they were cataloguing it, weighing it, deciding if I was worth following.Third: not all of them were happy about my return."You should know," Corvin said during our morning briefing, "Jasper's been talking.""Jasper's always talking." I'd learned that much in the council meeting. The young wolf who wanted to stop hiding, to reveal themselves to the human world."This is different. He's been meeting with some of the younger wolves, the ones who are restless. Questioning why they should follow a king who's been absent for two decades.""I wasn't absen
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Chapter: Chapter 32 Part 4: SettlingThe training grounds were loud.I'd wheeled myself out to watch, partly because I was curious, partly because I missed Fao, partly because I was going stir-crazy in the lodge. Nina had offered to push me, but I'd insisted on doing it myself. My arms were getting stronger, at least.The grounds were a wide clearing surrounded by forest, with various training stations set up, sparring rings, obstacle courses, target ranges. Wolves in both forms moved through drills, their movements precise and coordinated.In the center of it all was Fao.He was in human form, stripped to the waist, circling a massive wolf with gray-streaked fur. Garrett, I realized, the old warrior from the council. They'd been at it for a while, from the sweat dripping down Fao's chest and the calculated patience in Garrett's movements."He's testing him," a voice said beside me.I turned to find Declan, Nina's mate, Sylvia's stone-faced son. He'd approached without me noticing, which was either impressive or concerni
Last Updated: 2026-07-02
Chapter: Chapter 32 Part 3: Settling"You're healing faster than any human I've seen," Dr. Chen said during my morning checkup, unwrapping the bandages to examine the wound. "The tissue regeneration is... impressive.""Is that code for weird?""It's code for 'your mate's healing abilities are more potent than expected.'" She prodded gently at the scar tissue — pink and raised, but closed. "Another few days and you'll be fully mobile. A week after that, the scar will probably fade to almost nothing.""A few more days," I repeated. "And then I can train?"Dr. Chen raised an eyebrow. "Train?""With the warriors. Fao said when I'm healed—""When you're healed, you can discuss physical activity with your mate." She gave me a look that said she knew exactly what kind of physical activity I was already engaging in. "But yes. A few more days, and you should be cleared for light exercise. Training, though... that's a different conversation.""But it's possible?""You're human, Alpha Elowen. Your body isn't designed for the kind o
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: Chapter 32 Part 2: SettlingWhen he finally slipped free — along with a rush of warmth that soaked the sheets beneath us — I mourned the loss of fullness immediately."I need to shower," I said, not moving."We both do." He still didn't move either. "In a minute.""In a minute," I agreed.It was fifteen minutes before either of us actually got up."Fuck, I'm going to be late," Fao muttered, finally rolling out of bed. "Garrett's going to make me run laps.""Worth it?"He looked at me — still sprawled on my stomach from where he'd taken me, his release slick between my thighs — and his eyes went dark again.His hands found my ass immediately — squeezing, kneading, spreading me apart to look at what was his."Fuck," he breathed. "You have no idea what you do to me.""I have some idea." I wiggled my hips, and he groaned.He leaned down and bit — right on the curve of my ass, hard enough to leave a mark. I yelped, heat flooding through me despite the fact that I was already wrung out."Fao—""Just one more." He bit
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Chapter: Chapter 32 Part 1: SettlingELOWENFour days in, I could walk again.Not well — I still limped, still needed the wheelchair for anything more than short distances — but I could walk. Dr. Chen called it remarkable. Fao called it his saliva. I called it a miracle and tried not to think too hard about the mechanics.I woke that morning to Fao's mouth between my legs."Wha—" I gasped, my hands flying to his hair. "Fao—""Good morning." His voice was a rumble against my core, and I felt his lips curve into a smile. "Stay still."It wasn't a request.Something had been shifting in him over the past few days. The more time he spent with the pack, the more he trained, the more he stepped into his role as Alpha — the more that dominance bled into everything else. Including our bed.I wasn't complaining.His tongue flicked against me, and I arched off the mattress. He growled — actually growled — and pressed a hand flat against my stomach, pinning me down."I said still."Heat pooled low in my belly. "Fao, please—""Pleas
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
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