MasukThe first time I saw Marcus again, he was sitting at the long table in the big meeting room like he owned the whole company. I almost laughed when I saw him there. He looked like a wolf in a room full of sheep. All the other guys in suits looked small next to him. I walked in through the door and our eyes locked right away. My heart jumped hard in my chest. My cock got hard right away in my pants. It was like a switch flipped on inside me.
He wore a tight black suit that fit him perfect. Same dark eyes that I remembered too well. Same look on his face that said he wanted to grab me and make me beg for it. I sat down across from him at the table. I was close enough to smell him. That smell made my skin feel hot all over like I had a fever. His breath hot on my neck. It made me want to drop everything and let him take me right there in front of everyone. But I had to stay cool. People started talking about numbers and plans for the deal. I didn’t hear a single word they said. All I could think about was Marcus grabbing my wrists hard with his big hands. Pushing me face down on the table right there. Fucking me hard from behind while everyone in the room watched us. My face felt hot just thinking about it. He spoke up then. His voice was low and very endearing like it always was. “Your plan is good, Mr. Vale.” He stared only at me the whole time. My dick twitched hard in my pants. I was already leaking some precum into my underwear. I had to adjust myself in the chair not to make it obvious to anyone. “Thanks,” I said and leaned forward a little. He almost smiled like he knew exactly how wet I was for him already. Like he could smell it or something. The meeting went on for what felt like hours. Every time he moved his hand or shifted in his seat I pictured his big hands on my neck squeezing just right. His thick cock in my mouth filling it up. I wanted him to pin me down on the floor and see if I’d fight him off. I knew I wouldn’t fight. I’d let him do whatever he wanted. Finally the meeting ended. Everyone stood up and started leaving. He walked straight to me last. He shook my hand. His grip was strong and hot like fire. It shot straight down to my cock making it throb more. He leaned in close to my ear so no one else could hear. “You look ready to get fucked hard Mr CEO. I smirked even though my legs felt weak like jelly. “Maybe you’re the one making me this hard right now.” ********** He let go of my hand and walked away like nothing happened. Left me standing there with my cock throbbing in my pants and my heart beating fast. That night I sat alone in my big penthouse apartment. My tie was loosened around my neck. My shirt was open. I was already hard in my hand stroking slow at first then faster. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I pictured Marcus shoving me onto the big bed in my room. Yanking my pants down rough and fast. Trying to push his thick cock inside me in one hard thrust without waiting. His strong hand around my throat holding me down. “Take it all, CEO,” he’d growl in that low voice while he fucked me deep and rough over and over. I thought about dropping to my knees for him first. Taking his big cock in my mouth. Feeling it hit the back of my throat while he held my head still. Hearing him say my name like that. My hand moved quicker on my cock now. I moaned his name out loud in the empty room. Imagined him flipping me over onto my stomach. Pinning my wrists hard above my head with one hand. Pounding into me from behind until I came all over myself and the sheets. “Fuck, Marcus,” I gasped out loud. I shot hard then. Hot cum spilled over my fist,My whole body shook with the pleasure of it. Waves of it hit me hard. I lay there on the bed panting for air. Still a little hard even after. Still wanting more of him. I was so fucked up over this man. I couldn’t get him out of my head no matter what I did, and that really scares the hell out of me. ************ In a cold stone room far away Elara stood with her arms crossed tight over her chest. She hated it there in that dark place with the old stone walls. The Elders sat in their chairs and spoke to her in their cold voices. “Marcus is with the hybrid now. He will destroy him for us like we ordered. Elara’s chest burned hot with anger and jealousy. She had loved Marcus for years. She loved him since the first day she saw him. Now they sent him away to fuck and then kill some other guy named Noah. She kept her face calm and blank but inside she was on fire like someone threw gas on it. Marcus always followed orders without question. But what if he started wanting Noah instead of her? What if he fell for the hybrid? She had seen that hungry look in his eyes before. She didn't want him looking at Noah like that. She would make sure it never happened. She would go to the city herself. She would fight hard to remind Marcus who he really belonged to. She would do anything she could to win him back for good.POV: NoahThe second trial chamber felt different right away, heavier somehow, like the air itself carried old pain. We stepped inside and the door sealed behind us with a low grind. Smoke started filling the space fast, thick and gray. I coughed hard, eyes watering. Then I froze. The smoke cleared and showed me a scene from my childhood that I wished I could forget forever.There I was, small and scared, standing in our old house. Richard towered over young me, face red with anger. He screamed at young Noah for showing weakness after I cried over a scraped knee. His hand flew out, backhanding me across the face. The sting felt so real I touched my cheek, expecting blood. My eyes burned. That slap echoed in my ears even now.Beside me, Marcus faced his own nightmare. A training room with cold stone walls. Elders beat a teenage Marcus bloody for sparing a target’s child during one mission. Blood ran down young Marcus’s face, but he didn’t cry. He just took it, jaw clenched tight. My he
POV: MarcusThe tunnel felt like it went on forever, dark and damp with that earthy smell that stuck in your throat. My side still ached from the silver wound, but I pushed through, one foot in front of the other. Noah walked right beside me, his shoulder brushing mine every few steps. That small touch kept me going more than anything else. Seraphine led the way, her steps sure like she’d done this a hundred times before.When the tunnel finally opened up, I stopped dead. The chamber was huge, circular, with a ceiling so high it disappeared into shadows. Cracked stone made up the floor, pieces shifting under our boots. But what really got me were the walls. Murals covered every inch, painted in faded colors that still popped in the low torchlight. Wolves running with vampires. Hybrids standing shoulder to shoulder with both, fighting side by side instead of tearing each other apart. Families mixed together, laughing around fires. It hit me hard.Everything the elders taught me as an a
Noah’s POV The main chamber felt heavy with old secrets, and torchlight flickered on the stone walls. I stood there, my heart still racing from everything Seraphine had told us. My hands were sweaty as Elara stepped forward and pushed a yellowed, old letter into my palm. The paper felt rough and very soft, as if it could fall apart at any moment. “What’s this?” I asked, voice trembling. “It’s from Mum,” Elara said softly. Her eyes looked tired, not angry like usual. “I found it years ago. Read it.” I slowly unfolded the letter, Marcus right beside me, his shoulder touching mine for support. The handwriting was messy but legible. Mum wrote that the Elders weren’t the true villains. They were merely pawns of something bigger—a nameless, formless creature that had hunted hybrids like us for thousands of years. She said she wasn’t killed in some big fight; she was taken. Dragged away. She begged us to run, hide, and just survive. Tears burned my eyes as I read her words. “Stay safe
Noah’s POV The stone wall had cracked open like it was waiting just for us. I stood there staring at the carving inside the alcove, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My name and Marcus’s name were etched together in the rock, wrapped around that crown of fangs. It looked old, like it had been there forever. My hands shook as I reached closer but stopped short. This was real. All of it.Seraphine stood beside me, her silver hair shining in the torchlight. “The prophecy was never about one hybrid king ruling alone,” she said, voice calm but urgent. “It needs two. You and Marcus, bound by blood and by choice. Together. The Elders twisted the story for centuries to prevent this from happening. They sent Marcus to kill you, Noah. They failed because your bond is stronger than their lies.” I swallowed hard, glancing at Marcus. He stood right next to me, his grey eyes fixed on mine. After everything—the warehouse fight, the collar burning my neck, nearly losing him—I
MARCUS POV The fighting stopped all of a sudden, like someone hit pause on the whole damn world. Seraphine raised her hand and said one word in some language I didn't know. It sounded old and powerful. Every executioner and elder soldier froze right where they were, arms halfway up or legs mid-step. Then they just dropped, unconscious, hitting the ground like sacks of potatoes. The head Elder took one look at her, eyes wide with pure terror, and ran off into the dark like his ass was on fire. I almost laughed, but I was too beat up and too worried about Noah to care.Seraphine turned to us with this calm look on her face. "Follow me. It's time you saw the truth." Her voice was steady, like she'd done this a hundred times before. She led us to a hidden door under the warehouse loading dock. It creaked open when she touched it, revealing a spiral staircase going down into the dark. We went slow because we were all messed up. My thumb still hurt like hell. My body felt like one big brui
Noah's POV The chaos exploded all around us like the whole world was ending right there in that dirty lot outside the warehouse. Massive wolves with fur as dark as night and eyes glowing gold slammed into the Elders' executioners. Snarls ripped through the air, claws slashed, and guys screamed as they got thrown around like ragdolls. Gunshots cracked every few seconds, mixed with flashes of weird magic that lit up the red moonlight. But honestly? I barely registered any of it. My head was spinning too much from everything else.My grandma—the woman with that long silver hair and eyes the color of the red moon—still had her hand on my cheek. Her touch was warm, like the kind of hug you didn't know you needed until it happened. It felt ancient somehow, like it carried years and years of stories I didn't even know about. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, and tears kept trying to sneak out of my eyes. After all the lies from Richard, the running, the fighting... this felt too real.
The Vale family knew how to throw a party, and it’s very extravagant. A Vale gala was the kind of event people talked about for months after it ended. The kind where politicians, billionaires, celebrities, and investors all gathered under the same apartment, pretending they didn’t secretly hate eac
****** Marcus Blackwood didn’t like surprises. His life had been built around discipline, silence, and control. Every mission had rules. Every step had purpose. Tonight? None of that existed. *********** Marcus stood near the large window overlooking the skyline, he dressed very casual,as he r
Noah’s POV If someone had told me that the next time I’d see Marcus Blackwood would be in a dark underground club at midnight, I would’ve laughed in their face. And yet there I was. The place was loud, packed, and dripping with the kind of reckless energy people came looking for when they want
Marcus Blackwood had a problem. And the problem’s name was Noah Vale. Marcus stood in the dark apartment across the street from ValeTech Tower, one hand resting on the windowsill as he watched the building like a hunter studying prey. Thirty-two floors up, lights burned in the CEO office. No







