All Chapters of Marked For Vengeance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alpha Lucien Varkas Standing at the edge of the LV Pack Hunters skyscraper he felt like that was the only honest thing in his life at the moment. It was cold, sharp, and owed nothing to the Cross bloodline. Lucien Varkas stood on the gravel-lined roof, his eyes fixed on the sprawling city below. To the world, he was the Apex—the Alpha of the most formidable pack in the territory. To himself, he was a high-bred stud in a gilded cage, his life and legacy signed away the moment he’d been forced into a Status Bond with Amy Cross. "The air is thinner up here, Alpha. Or perhaps it’s just the silence you’re chasing." Lucien didn’t turn. He recognized the steady, grounded scent of Kael Bane, his Beta and the only man who saw the bars of the cage. "The Council is waiting, Lucien," Kael said, stepping up to the ledge. "They’re restless. The border skirmishes are getting worse, and they want a show of strength." "Strength," Lucien muttered, his voice a low vibration of disdain. "They

Chapter Two: The Ghost in the Garden The Sylvester estate was a "jewel box" property—smaller than the sprawling, cold fortresses of the High Council, but infinitely more dangerous. It was a modern structure of white stone and glass nestled in a valley that smelled of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine. Behind the main house, a turquoise pool shimmered under the moon, flanked by a pool house that glowed like a paper lantern. Inside, the atmosphere was a sharp contrast to the stiff formality of the gala. The wine was flowing, and the "Board" was already deep into a rowdy game of charades in the sunken living room. "It’s a tradition," David Sylvester laughed, leaning against the marble kitchen island. "My wife believes the only way to truly know your allies is to see them look ridiculous." Lucien stood at the edge of the room, a glass of bourbon in his hand that he hadn't touched. He felt like he was vibrating. Every time Katalina laughed—a low, melodic sound that cut through t

CHAPTER FIVELucien---Selene did not speak until the door closed.The sound echoed through the room, sharp against the lingering tension Genesis Walker had left behind.Lucien didn’t turn.He remained exactly where he was, gaze fixed on the space near the desk where she had stood, as if the air itself still held her presence.It did.Faint.Subtle.Persistent.Annoying.“You’re distracted.”Selene’s voice cut through the silence, controlled but edged with something sharper beneath.Lucien said nothing.“You never dismiss me,” she continued. “Not without reason.”Still—nothing.That, more than anything, irritated her.“I saw the way you were standing with her,” Selene added, her tone tightening. “Close enough to forget yourself.”Lucien’s gaze shifted slightly.Not toward her.Toward the desk.Toward the exact point where his hand had closed around Genesis’s wrist.A memory.Brief.Unwelcome.Her pulse.Fast—for a moment.Then gone.Controlled.Like everything else about her.Interes

CHAPTER SIX Genesis --- The moment the door closed behind him I knew. Something had shifted. Not in the room. Not in the air. In the story. And for the first time since stepping into Lucien Varkas’s territory I was no longer the only one in control of it. --- I didn’t go to the west wing. I didn’t return to my quarters. Instead, I walked. Calm. Measured. Unhurried. Every step placed with intention as I moved through the quieter corridors of the estate, my expression composed, my breathing steady. But inside Everything was calculating. Replaying. That word. Marking. My fingers curled slightly at my sides. There was only one kind of marking that would make Kael hesitate like that. Only one that would make Lucien’s tone shift even if just for a second. Old. Recognizable. Feared. I exhaled slowly. Carefully. Because I already knew what it was. And that meant Someone else did too. --- By the time I reached my quarters, the sun had dipped low enough to cas

CHAPTER EIGHT Genesis --- Being watched constantly was… inconvenient. Not restricting. Not suffocating. Just Annoying. I noticed the shift immediately. The moment I stepped into the corridor that morning, the air felt tighter. Not because of fear. Because of presence. Kael. Always within distance. Always just close enough to intervene. Lucien hadn’t just placed me under watch. He had placed me under him. Smart. Very smart. --- “You don’t trust me.” The words slipped out as I stopped walking. Kael didn’t look surprised. Didn’t even look at me immediately. “You gave the Alpha a reason not to,” he replied evenly. I turned slightly, studying him. He wasn’t like the others. Not reactive. Not easily provoked. Steady. Loyal. Dangerous in a different way. “And you?” I asked. “Do you trust me?” His gaze finally met mine. Sharp. Assessing. “No.” Honest. I almost respected that. --- We stood there for a moment, the silence stretching between us, heavy but no