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CHAPTER 7 – THE HOOK
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2026-02-05 15:20:33Chapter 7 The gala was a total shitshow. By the time I dragged myself out of the elevator and into my penthouse foyer, my social battery wasn’t just dead—it was buried. Hours of shaking hands with vipers, dodging my family's loaded questions, and trying to shake off that weird, lingering stare from that Kris Heather guy. Seriously, who looks at someone like they’re trying to figure out how to unhinge their jaw and swallow them whole? ********* My feet felt like lead, and my 10k dollars suit was suffocating me. I yanked my tie loose, not even bothering to pick it up when it hit the floor. "House, lights on," I muttered to the empty air, scrubbing a hand over my exhausted face. The smart-lights flickered to a dim, moody amber. I opened my eyes, ready to head straight for the shower, and my brain completely short-circuited. I wasn't alone. Sitting on my custom velvet sofa, legs spread wide and looking like the literal devil in a leather jacket, was Marcus Blackwood. He was casually swirling a crystal glass of my most expensive whiskey, the ice clinking loudly in the dead-quiet room. He didn't flinch. Didn't even look surprised. He just watched me over the rim of the glass with eyes so dark they looked like violence. "What the fuck?" The words slipped out before I could catch them. All my CEO polish evaporated in a second. "What the hell are you doing in my house? In fact, how the hell did you even get in?" Marcus took a slow, sip of the whiskey. Then, he let out a low, rough laugh that rattled straight down my spine and pooled heavy in my gut. "I own you, Mr. Vale," he said. His voice was a dark, gravelly command. "I don't need an invitation to check on my property." If I must add. My mouth went dry. "Get out. Now. Before I call security." "Call them." Marcus set the glass down. The clack of the crystal against the table sounded like a gunshot. "We both know you won't. Because you don't want them to see what you really are. And you definitely don't want them to see what I'm about to do to you." He stood up. My instincts screamed at me to run, to shift, to fight, but my body completely felt numb I was frozen. He walked up to me very fast in predatory strides, backing me up until my shoulders hit the cold wall by the doorway. He was huge up close. The heat radiating off him smelled like sandalwood, expensive alcohol, and pure, unfiltered danger. "You look tired, Noah," Marcus murmured, stepping into my personal space until there wasn't even a breath between us. He didn't touch me yet, but his presence was a physical weight, pressing me down. "Playing the good little human boy all night for your daddy's friends. Having little chats with Kris Heather. Did you like him looking at you?" "That's none of your—" ************ Marcus’s hand shot out, his large, calloused fingers wrapping firmly around my throat. He didn't squeeze enough to hurt, just enough to let me know exactly who was in charge. My breath hitched. A shameful, electric jolt of heat shot straight to my core. "I asked you a question, Noah," he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. "Did you like it?" "N-no," I stuttered, hating how weak I sounded. Hating how much I wanted his hand to tighten just a little more. "Good." Marcus’s thumb dragged slowly over my Adam's apple, feeling the flutter of my pulse. "Because you're my mark. I was sent here to rip your throat out. So until I decide whether I'm going to snap this pretty little neck or use it for something else... nobody else gets to look at you. Understood?" I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. The raw dominance rolling off him was intoxicating, short-circuiting every rational thought in my head. He was an assassin. He was here to kill me. And all I wanted was to drop to my knees. "Say 'Understood, Marcus'," he commanded, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Understood... Marcus," I breathed out, my eyes fluttering shut. He let out a dark hum of approval, the vibration buzzing against my skin. He leaned back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze dropping to my lips. "You're a mess, Vale," he said roughly. "Get on your knees." My eyes snapped open. "What?" Marcus stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes blazing with a challenge that promised absolute ruin. "You heard me," he said, his voice dropping to a deadly, undeniable register. "Get on your knees, Noah. Let's see how much of a good boy you really are when the whole world isn't watching." ************
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We stepped back into the ballroom like nothing had happened in that hallway, but my body remembered every second of it. Marcus's cock had stretched me open and filled me up, and now every step sent a slick reminder of his cum inside me. The bond between us hummed warm and sated, but underneath the power clawed at the collar like a caged animal trying to break free. I adjusted my tie, forced the CEO smile onto my face, and let the lights from the chandeliers wash over us. The room smelled like expensive perfume, old money, and blood hidden under silk. Elites clustered in groups, their laughter too loud, their eyes too sharp as they watched everyone and everything. Elara stood near the dance floor with that red-dress woman, her posture relaxed but her gaze flicking to me every few seconds like she was checking if I'd cracked yet after the safehouse. Ethan lingered by the bar, swirling a glass of something dark, probably timing our move to the service stairs that led down to the catacomb
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We piled into Ethan’s blacked-out SUV like the world was on fire behind us. Ethan took the wheel, Elara riding shotgun, both of them quiet in that loaded way people get when they’re pretending the last hour didn’t just rewrite everything. I slid into the back with Marcus. The second the doors shut, the engine growled and we were cutting through the dark streets toward the city.The gala was happening tonight at the old Grand Meridian—some annual bullshit where the rich and the rotten pretended they weren’t all circling the same carcass. Ethan said the catacombs entrance we needed was sealed under the east wing ballroom. Perfect cover. Walk in like I still owned half the city just the usual CEO human crap, smile at the sharks, and slip downstairs when no one was looking. Easy. Except nothing about tonight felt easy.My ribs still ached from where that wolf had clipped me. The collar sat heavy under my dress shirt, the mark beneath it throbbing in time with my pulse. Marcus’s thigh pr
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The door exploded inward like the building itself had given up. A massive werewolf barrelled through first, all fur and fury, his claws tearing chunks out of the frame. More followed, eyes locked on me like I was the prize at the end of a hunt they’d been waiting years for.I didn’t think twice I just moved.Marcus was already in front of me, shoulder wound be damned, swinging a piece of broken pipe like it owed him money. The first wolf caught it across the snout and went down hard, but two more came right behind it. Elara grabbed a chair leg and drove it into the throat of the one closest to her, twisting until something cracked. She wasn’t protecting some random—she was protecting me. Her brother. The words she’d never said out loud but lived like gospel every time she put herself between me and the world.“Stay close!” Marcus shouted his voice rough from the pain in his shoulder. He grabbed my arm and yanked me behind him, but I wasn’t staying behind anybody tonight. Not when t
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The room was still shaking when the first howl hit outside, i literally could care less about having Marcus fuck my brains out.It wasn’t close but Far enough to be a warning. Close enough to make every hair on my arms stand up, my ears were more active now, that the collar was on my neck.I was still in the middle of the wreckage, chest heaving, shadows crawling over the ceiling like they had finally learned my name. Elara was on one knee near the wall, blood at the corner of her mouth, eyes wide from the force of what I had done. Marcus stood half in front of me, half turned toward her, one hand pressed over the bullet wound in his shoulder, the other hanging loose at his side like he was deciding whether to kill somebody or kiss me or rip the whole room apart. Maybe all three.Then the voices outside started, they weren’t hunters or wolves.Low, rough, pissed-off voices barking orders like he damn own the city,and then another sound, sharper this time, full of teeth and rage, a
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The motel room felt too small for the three of us. Marcus stood in front of me, one hand near my throat, cleaning the collar burn with a focus that made his whole face go hard and serious. Marcus always looked dangerous, but when he got like this, steady and quiet, it did something ugly to my chest. I saw it in the way her jaw tightened as she watched us from the window. She had a gun in one hand, some silver thing I didn’t trust, and her whole body was tense like a wire about to snap. Outside, hunters shouted and moved with much intensity, boots pounding, glass crunching under them. “You always talk like you’re in charge.”“I am in charge right now,” he said. It was rough and musky, the same voice he used when he was one breath away from dragging me into bed and fucked me like crazy, just enough. “Then why are you standing there like a guard dog with a pretty boy problem?”My mouth almost twitched. “Elara,” I said, “could you maybe stop talking like we’re all in some toxic soap opera
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Marcus moved first.He yanked me down before the second bullet cracked the air, slamming my shoulder against the motel floor so hard my teeth clicked. Glass rained over us in sharp little bursts. Elara cursed and dropped to one knee, already reaching for the pendant at her throat like it might protect her from a whole army. “Stay down,” Marcus screamed . Another shot tore through the curtain. Then another. Hunters. My heart kicked hard. The collar at my throat buzzed like it was waking up for a feast, and I tried controlling myself through my teeth as the metal burned hotter against my skin. Marcus saw it immediately. “Damn it,” he said. He hauled me behind the bed, one hand braced on my back, the other tugging at the collar with careful fingers. Marcus always tried to be careful with me, like I was something breakable. I hated needing it too. “Noah,” he said, voice low, tight. “Look at me.” I did, because somehow when he said my name like that, my body listened befor
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The gun felt like a block of ice in my hand, heavy enough to make my wrist ache. Beyond the steel door, the world had turned into a literal horror movie. I could hear the sound of bodies hitting walls, the sound of breaking glass, and those horrible, high-pitched snarls that didn’t sound like any
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*********** The gold in my eyes didn’t just fade; it burned out like a dying star, leaving my vision blurry and my head spinning. I was slumped against the cold concrete of the basement floor, my skin still slick with sweat and… well, us. Marcus was still hovering over me, his hands gripping my
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The elevator doors didn’t just open; they were violently shoved aside, screeching against the metal frame like a dying animal. *********** Marcus didn’t wait. He didn’t think. He grabbed me by the back of my suit jacket, his other hand swinging out to sweep the entire desk clean with one fluid,
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**********The hotel room felt like a graveyard the second Marcus left. I sat on the edge of the rumpled bed, the leather collar still warm against my skin, staring at the door. My body was still vibrating from that post-orgasm high clashing violently with the terrifying realization that I was fal
