LOGINThe 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: NoahThree days after the terrifying battle inside the mountain temple, the world outside feels strange and surprisingly quiet, almost as if it is holding its breath. Seraphine barely survives that terrible night, her chest torn wide open by the shadow beast, but her loyal ancient wolves refuse to let her die in the dirt. They pick her broken body up and carry her away into the deep northern woods, finding a hidden coven of ancient healers who work magic to stitch her shattered flesh back together. She remains unconscious for a long time, but her pulse is finally steady and strong. Ethan is found a few miles away near the old warehouse, badly beaten and bleeding out in the dirt, but he pulls through after emergency surgery and recovers fully following a few weeks of rest in a quiet medical clinic. Richard is not nearly so lucky. The federal agents move in quickly with handcuffs and arrest warrants, slapping iron on his wrists for fraud, embezzlement, and a massive criminal conspi
POV: MarcusI snap awake before my eyes even fully open. My body is already tense, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. The air in the temple feels heavy, thick with panic and cold sweat. Elara is standing right over us, her face pale in the faint shadows, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her voice cuts through the quiet night like a razor blade, sharp and urgent. Get up, she whispers harshly, shaking my shoulder hard. Now. We do not have any time left to waste because everything is changing right this second and we are entirely out of time to prepare for what is coming. There is nowhere left to hide from this nightmare.I am on my feet in less than two seconds, my hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of my weapon at my belt. Noah stirs right beside me, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, looking up with a confused frown and shaking his head to clear the fog of sleep. What is wrong, Noah asks, his voice still rough with sleep as he pushes himself up off t
POV: NoahThe cold wind howls outside the old stone walls, but down here deep inside the mountain, the air is dead silent and freezing cold. Every step we take echoes off the walls like a hammer hitting an anvil. We finally push through the heavy broken archway and step right into the main chamber. I thought we would find a massive hall filled with ancient secrets, statues of forgotten kings, or hidden traps. Instead, the room is tiny, almost cramped. It is a single circular space carved directly out of solid black rock. Right in the dead center of the room stands a single stone pedestal, worn down by centuries of dust and time. Resting right on top of that pedestal is a dagger. At first glance, it is completely wrong. It is not made of gleaming silver or heavy dark iron. The blade is carved out of a solid piece of deep black glass that drinks up all the light around it, leaving a dark shadow where the steel should Seraphine drops straight down to her knees right in front of the pedes
POV: MarcusWe stepped into the third trial chamber. The air inside was cold and still. In the center of the giant stone room stood a massive mirror. It was huge. The glass stretched from the floor up to the dark ceiling. It did not look like a normal mirror. It had a smoky shine to it.Seraphine walked up right beside us. Her bare feet made absolutely no sound. She pointed at the tall glass.“The Mirror of Truth,” Seraphine explained. Her voice echoed in the big empty room. “The mirror shows what you truly are. It does not show what you wish to be. You must look together, or you do not look at all.”I took a deep breath. I looked over at Noah. He nodded once. We stepped up to the mirror side by side. We stood perfectly still and waited for the dark smoke to clear.I looked at my reflection. My stomach dropped hard. The man in the glass looked exactly like me, but his hands were a total mess. They were completely covered in thick red blood. The blood dripped down from my fingers.
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
Kael didn’t hesitate. He moved closer, voice low and rough. “The Elders didn’t send ordinary bloodsuckers. They brought their oldest executioners. The ones who’ve been killing hybrids for centuries. They want this over tonight.” He dropped to one knee right there on the dirty garage floor. His pa
Chapter 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 fro
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
********** The first thing Noah Vale noticed was the man watching him. Not the kind of watching you get from reporters or investors or people hoping the youngest CEO in ValeTech history might slip up and give them a headline. Nah this was really different. This was the kind of watching that







