A Marked Lover Novels & Stories

But that was not what Lovelane needed now. Hell, none of the other candidates were qualified. Six of them were a complete waste of his time. He wanted Solana! Needed her. She was the only promising candidate. Mark assured himself that he was not thinking with his dick here. Alright, admittedly, when she walked into his office that day, the way that dress hugged her hips when she moved. Gosh! He had kept his eyes on his laptop while struggling against the image his mind was torturing him with. He pictured himself lifting her off the ground and setting her on his on the flat surface in front of him. Rolling up that gown to spread her legs wide so he could bury his face between them. He had won

he growled and I melted right into him. "This is what you want? An orgy? How does that change anything?" I was quickly losing my anger to share my mate though. I just wanted to feel him one way or the other. Chris pushed me to the bed. "Because we have to take other lovers and you need to mark your future Luna." I let out a roar at those words. I would not mark anyone other than my mate. "Never!"

Maybe he was really just a nice person, but in my heart, I hoped his feelings for me run deeper than pity… “Lady, are you and him already lovers?” I can feel my cheeks heating up. “No, we are not lovers, but he is trying to help me...” “But how about that mark on your neck last night? Isn’t that a sign that he likes you more than friends?” “He said it would be easier to find me with this… I think he was just genuinely concerned…” I almost forgot about that mark! I heard mates could mark each other to deepen their bonds and to enable them to track one another… Tristan did see me cry last night. Maybe he was moved by my tears and pitied me greatly…

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

If the young-alpha had indeed found his fated mate, which was considered a one in a hundred chance. Then, he was certain they’d get drawn to stay together. Since everyone knows that there’s no amount of willpower or restraint that can keep two fated wolves away from each other. “That’s what makes the story questionable.” Valentine couldn’t make a face at that time. Her expression turned blank, yet the brewing rage and envy in her eyes burned more. Alpha Conner cleared his throat, averting his gaze from his daughter out of awkwardness and discomfort. He was well aware of his child’s obsession with Duncan.

I murmured, "a token of infinite love, forever bound to my heart. My mark on you, Roxy, signifies that you are mine, and I am yours, for all eternity. You are my chosen one, my mate, my everything." The mark's subtle influence was already taking hold, and I could sense Roxy's thoughts and emotions adjusting to the new reality of our bond. A soft, serene smile spread across her face as she began to embrace the idea of being mine, of carrying my name… Mrs. Raphael Kane. In our world, this mark was the equivalent of a sacred vow, a promise of eternal devotion that transcended Human rituals like weddings. This moment, this mark, was our own private ceremony, sealing our love forever. The soft wh

The look behind his glasses was as gentle as water. “Ready, Clara?” He held out his hand. A hand that held chalk and typed on keyboards. Clean, warm, with no trace of gunpowder or blood. “Yes.” I placed my hand in his. No fear. Only safety. The wedding march wasn’t a somber cello piece. It was a light, happy Mozart sonata. I walked with Liam across the petal-strewn lawn. When the pastor asked the question, “Do you take this man…” I looked into Liam’s eyes and said without hesitation,

I did not need to. Mara looked at Jax bleeding at the edge, his hands clawing at invisible ice to get to me. “Whites who drink from the Oak can love,” she said. “We love hard. Harder than brown wolves. But we can never be marked. The mark will never hold. It will slide off like water off fur. Many men can love a woman they can mark. Few can love a woman they can never mark. Guardians most of all. Because a Guardian is made to mark.”

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

I wandered to a spacious square by the sea. It was populated with werewolves. The sea was not far away. Young couples leaned against the railing, shooting photos. Some of them asked me to help take photos of them. I could not refuse requests from lovely wolf couples. I stood on my own, looking far away. The phone kept ringing. The first one was from my parents. “Mom.” “Young Alphas are engaged to their Luna, and they are having Soulmoon wine. What are you doing?” I smiled at the phone.