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marked by the mafia alpha marked
Chapter 3: MarkedThe bathroom door clicked shut behind them.Sol fixed his shirt. Cum stains hidden, but the bite on his neck throbbed hot—red and obvious above the collar. His ass still burned with every step. Zaren walked ahead, pants zipped, but the bulge hadn't fully settled. Neither had the quiet when they stepped back into the library.Heads lifted.Malik sat at the far table, pen paused mid-stroke. His eyes found Sol's neck and stayed there—didn't pretend otherwise. By the window, Doll had gone paper-white, lips slightly parted, already looking away before Zaren's gaze even reached her.She didn't walk. She ran."Come." Zaren's voice was low. Not a suggestion.His hand closed around Sol's arm—not rough, just certain—and steered him down the back hall. Empty study room. Door shut. Lock turned.The click was very loud.Sol leaned against the wall. Tilted his chin. Let the smirk do the work. "That all you wanted?"Zaren didn't answer. Crossed the room slow—the kind of slow that w
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Zaren's control snapped like a brittle bone. No more games. He lunged, lips smashing into Sol's with the force of a freight train. Brutal. Bloody. Lips split on teeth, copper tang mixing with spit as tongues clashed in a vicious brawl. Zaren's fist knotted in Sol's hair—yanking hard, scalp screaming—tilting his head back to expose the pale column of his throat. Sol gasped, ragged and wet, chest heaving. Zaren devoured him, pouring months of bottled fury into every crushing press, every scrape of teeth. He tasted it all: Sol's smug defiance, the faint cherry of Doll's lipstick still smeared on his mouth, the underlying salt of sweat. It fueled the firestorm raging in his veins.Sol didn't back down. Fucker never did. He bucked up fierce, grinding his rock-hard cock against Zaren's thigh like a dog in heat. Fabric dragged rough, friction sparking pre-cum stains through his pants. He needed more—craved obliteration. Hands shoved under Zaren's shirt, palms slapping hot, sweat-slick skin.
marked by the mafia alpha the bathroom
The BathroomThe call disconnected.Zaren looked at his phone.Dialed again.Disconnected.His jaw tightened. He looked at the screen for one second — the kind of second that had a specific temperature — and typed.Pick up the call Sol. Don't test my patience.Sent.The ticks turned blue immediately.No reply.He put the phone in his pocket and stood up.The library was quiet at this hour. The kind of quiet that had weight to it — shelves and books and the low hum of people doing things they were supposed to be doing. Zaren moved through it and his eyes went to Sol's usual corner first.Empty.He scanned the rest of the room.Malik was at a table near the window, head down, pen moving. Zaren crossed to him and Malik looked up and whatever he was about to say dissolved when Zaren's presence hit him at close range. His pen stopped. His spine straightened involuntarily."Where is he."Malik's voice came out slightly compressed. "Restroom. Down the — the hall on the left—"Zaren was alrea
marked by the mafia alpha the offer
Chapter — The OfferThe vampire territory had one entrance.One road. One gate. One checkpoint that every living thing that wanted to cross it had to pass through first.Aurora walked through it alone.No weapons. No escort. No announcement. Just her — moving through the dark at a pace that suggested she had somewhere to be and had already decided nothing between here and there was going to stop her.The guards clocked her at fifty feet.By thirty feet there were twelve of them.By ten there were twenty and every blade in the formation was pointed at her throat and the one closest had the edge of his weapon resting against her pulse point with enough pressure that a single wrong movement would open her vein.Aurora stopped.Looked at the blade at her throat.Looked at the guard holding it.Smiled.Not the social smile. Not the performance. The real one — the one that lived underneath everything else, that came out in dark rooms with beating hearts and paralyzed men in chairs. Slow and
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The RoseThe canteen was loud the way it always was at this hour.Lior moved through it quietly, tray in hand, still carrying the weight of that empty classroom and Keal's back and the door closing behind him. She picked up food she wasn't sure she was hungry for and told herself to stop thinking and found a spot at the end of a table and sat down.Then she heard her name."Liora."Something in the voice made her look up before she'd processed the tone of it.Derek stood at the canteen entrance.Fresh red roses in his hand. One bunch, properly wrapped, the kind you didn't grab from a corner shop. The kind you thought about. Around him the canteen had already clocked it — heads turning, phones coming up, that specific ripple of awareness moving through a crowd that had just identified something worth watching.Lior went completely still.No.The word arrived in her chest flat and immediate before anything else did. Not from cruelty. Not from indifference. Just — no. The certainty of it
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The CanteenThe board hadn't changed in twenty minutes.Same notes. Same handwriting. Same words she'd been staring at since the lesson started without absorbing a single one of them. Lior sat at her desk and let her eyes point forward and thought about nothing that was in this classroom.She was done.She'd made a decision somewhere between waking up and arriving at school and the decision was simple — she was done sitting with this feeling and doing nothing about it. Done watching Keal be cold and distant and pretending that was fine. Done telling herself she didn't care about the distance when the distance was the only thing she'd been thinking about for days.She stood up.Walked out.The canteen was half full at this hour — people between classes, the lunch crowd not yet arrived. She heard him before she saw him. That specific low energy that gathered around Keal wherever he went, the particular frequency of a group of girls who had found what they were looking for and had no int
marked by the mafia alpha girls night
Chapter 72: Girl's NightThe Bar - 9:47 PMAmara"You need to get out of that house."Rachel said it the moment she'd picked me up. No greeting. No small talk. Just that. Firm. Final.Now we sat in a booth. Dark corner. Loud music. The kind of bar where people came to forget. To disappear. To confe
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-26marked by the mafia alpha the lie
The drive home felt like driving to my own funeral.Every block. Every turn. Every red light. They all screamed at me. Cheater. Betrayer. Failure.My hands shook on the steering wheel. I gripped it tighter. Tried to stop the shaking. Couldn't.The parking garage was empty. Early morning. Most peopl
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-20marked by the mafia alpha burning
After SchoolKeal was still smirking.That was the thing. Twenty minutes since school let out and the smirk hadn't moved — just sat on his face like it lived there, comfortable, unbothered, while Lior stared out the car window with her jaw wired shut and her hands folded so tight in her lap her knu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-04-05marked by the mafia alpha the room
The RoomThe room was different.That was the first thing she noticed when she pushed the door open with her hip, tray balanced in both hands. No warm lighting. No soft rugs or framed things on the walls. Just dark wood, dark curtains pulled almost all the way shut, a single lamp throwing a low amb
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