LOGINA 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? --- 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😉
View More🩵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
🩵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
🩵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
🩷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,
🩵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
🩵Ronan🩵The wind shifted—cold and electric—raking across Ronan’s skin like a warning. Trees groaned under the strain of a force that had no name, and birds fell silent as if the forest itself was holding its breath.He walked beside Talia as they descended into the hidden valley, Elia and two sen
🩵Ronan🩵The forest breathed around him—each leaf, each gust of wind laced with tension that buzzed beneath his skin. Ronan’s boots hit the muddy trail with practiced silence, his wolf senses stretched razor-thin. Behind him, Elia kept pace, her daggers strapped across her back, eyes sharper than
🐲The Beast🐲 The scent of her clung to the edges of his mind—faint but maddening. Even now, in the silence of the cave, he tasted her fear like sweet ash on his tongue. Not the same as before. It had changed. Grown sharper, more layered. Beneath it, something else stirred—resistance. Curiosity.






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