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GREY"When place is context, marking is the act of biting the other half of your wolf with the intention of claiming them as your own. Let me clarify this. For this act to occur, a bond must have formed. In this time, an Omega passes through what is called heat. This forced any Alpha around them to go into what is called rut. This syncing locks both parties and a bond is made." "However, I do believe our lives are a gift we must unpack by ourselves, in a way that we are not trapped in a matrix set by nature. Free will is never overrated, and so must one's mind not be.""It is 9:30 PM. The dry, lonely night of Zanzibar seems not to be a disturbance, for my mind is far away from here. The stranger is an Omega I have come to be bonded with. My heart now belongs to him, and his belongs to me. The ties that have formed between us are so strong that not even the pheromones of another can cut through."I cannot bring myself to sleep, excited over the events of tomorrow. When the heart of on

NIKOLAII am really pissed and mildly satisfied at the same time.Have you ever been in a situation where you want to punish someone but also praise them later?Fuck, my balls hurt, courtesy of Grey Sylvester.He hit them so hard they might as well be blue, and I cannot get his laughter out of my head. Of course, he was delighted that he got me. I was not even the one kicking his ass earlier. It was Trevor, and he didn't even hurt him one bit. But he just had to target me.I roll my eyes before letting my back sink deeper into the twirling leather chair. I grab another piece of ice from the plate and press it under my cock.Right, these balls must be blue.My Spitfire better be grateful I haven't marked him, or it would be his tongue doing the job of easing this pain. He wants a mouthful of stubbornness, yeah? I would have his hands full and his mouth filled with my length by the time I'm done with him.I swear, he wouldn't even be able to walk for the next few hours. That is how sore

GREYIn this world, I'm doomed.I've always had this theory rooted deep in my belief that even when something good happens to me, it won't last forever.And what do they say about being careful about what you wish? It is that it'll come true. A boy, undeserving of life's happy moments, that's what I had wished upon myself. Death, a luxury I wake up and pray for every day of my life until I clocked 18.How possible is it for me to escape its wrath now that it's found me?That's why when I'm starting to feel these butterflies in my stomach, a part of me is scared it'll end just anytime, that in the next..."What in the... Get off!"I'm ripped off of Nikolai's arms, landing abruptly on the floor. My arm is slightly bruised but lucky enough not to bleed.I brush my hair away from my sight as I take notice of the presences before me. Mrs Dominion is in her dark robe, hiding her gruesomeness within it, her hands entwined behind her robe, along with other members of the academy. But what ca

GREYThe walls close in on me. The air tightens in my throat like I no longer know how to breathe. Their shadows block my sight as their hefty frames tower over mine."Please. Please, let me go." I sob even before I feel their touch.Once, I was in a similar situation. It was the worst time of my life, and now it's repeating all over. Warm tears slide down my cheeks, my fingers trembling as I shut my eyes closed.My nostrils pick up their pheromones. It comes like a wave, crushing and folding me up. The air tightens even more. I gasp, forced to inhale more of it. It wraps around me, engulfing me whole, and I claw at the wall as though it'll help me resist the pull.It starts as a breeze, then becomes like steam, enfeebling my state, and before I know it, heat seeps out of me. My eyes dilate as the sensation heightens from inside me.And when the realization kicks in, my system shifts.I'm going into heat.They're forcing me into heat."Fuck, he smells so good." The first Alpha states

GREY"Marcellan, you came. How are you here? I don't... how did you..." The fog clouding my brain is still there, but in the middle of it is the conjured happiness.Marcellan looks like a god. His features stand out even brighter than I remember. His lips are so plump, I wish to kiss them. And the way his muscles tighten under the fabric of his shirt. I want to slide my hands down his happy trail.He is a fierce beauty, molded to grasp an unwavering attention.Oh, shit. The heat wave."You're happy to see me, I see." He smiles at me, flashing those familiar white fangs. "I healed up only to hear from my bleeder, Brian that you were taken away. Nikolai's an ass and trust me, he's learnt his lesson."And there he goes again, in the middle of chaos, defending Nikolai. Maybe I should have been attracted to Marcellan. Maybe then life could have been fairer and I wouldn't be hurt, thinking about it that Nikolai isn't even here to save me.Damn it. Damn you, Grey, the little voice in me rise