Goten X Marron Novels & Stories

“Got any brothers or sisters?” “Ma and Pa are back in Sorrellia,” Marrin started. “They have a small farmstead where they grow enough crops and raise enough animals to survive. I have a sister, Jerra, who married a soldier years back and two brothers, Darrin and Pesia. They both work on the farm at the moment,” she explained. “So how come you’re here?” Carine asked.

And that somehow made Marvin very angry. "How dare she?" Marvin asked himself, but got no reply. "What is it about Neo that both Uriel and Tolani, my mate, are in love with?" he wondered. "He's just a businessman who has money... But I am the Beta of the Red Moon Pack. And for that reason alone, I am better than him." Marvin said to himself angrily. His eyes scanned the hotel parking lot, spotting Tolani's car. "Where is she?" Marvin muttered. He dialed her number again, but it went straight to voicemail.

Mason said to me, sounding hurt and Marcus reacted because he had heard it too. "Gwen is my wife and Luna. You cannot have her," he said, "Go and look for another potential mate," Marcus told Mason, and Mason growled. "You know it will be impossible. Nothing will beat this for either of us. She is an Alpha breed. Unless I am fated to another alpha breed, it wouldn't work. You know this Marcus, yet you choose to do this." Mason said, sounding livid. "Well, you can't have her," Marcus said, and I looked at both of them.

terra said, "I thought I saw chucky board the plane" he replied as she shook herhead, "I still do not believe you, what is the reason daren?" she said moving closer, He motioned to talk but sorrena beat him to it, "He is my mate" she said, The whole room was quiet for a minute, and then zarae squealed in delight, terra just stared in awe as daren looked down at his feet, His face already a shade of red, "Oh, congratulations then," terra replied,

Isolde’s nails dug into her palms. Gay partners is like a taboo in the werewolf land at that time. The words echoed in her skull, bitter and unrelenting. It didn’t matter that Mara loved her. Didn’t matter that when the world was quiet, when it was just the two of them, Mara’s hands and mouth and heart were hers. Outside those stolen moments? Mara belonged to Rolan. And the pack approved. ~~~~~ Present – The Cellar Kael’s voice cut through the memory like a knife.

She did not know exactly what would be their mission, all she could guess was it was related to that man named Leeno Treeton, because of the attack that they did in the mansion, not only once but twice. Suddenly, something hit Gerthel’s mind and a scenario flashed through her while a voice echoed in her ears … “I, Alpha Leeno Treeton of the Blue Wave Pack, reject you, Gerthel Maurii, a hybrid, a witch and wolf as my mate! I shall have no connection with you and consider you as of this moment as dead!”

"We have to find a way to free Alpha Jarvald Rukheim's captives, including Gwenna's brother, give her the option to walk away, and then we are going to burn that fucking place down." "And Marnet Darnald?" "He needs to find his mate. I'm so tired of him, fooling around with these little humans, the little shit is fucking half of my kitchen maids," he said in a growl. Arric arched an eyebrow at him. "Gwenna is the only cradle I have robbed in my lifetime, Arric, give me a fucking break," he said. Arric couldn't help chuckling. "And you are in no place to judge, I saw your little mate."

Thorne watched them flee, but as the crowd parted, a sudden scent hit his nostrils, cutting through the heavy musk of the studio crew—sweet winter berries and raw, unblemished Omega heat. His eyes locked onto a broad-shouldered, silver-blonde Omega male standing frozen by the far wall, clutching a worn leather satchel. Thorne’s heart hammered violently against his ribs as his inner wolf stood at full attention, howling a single, possessive word into his soul. Mate. "Thorne, you cannot do this!" Garren barked, stepping forward to block his view. "This is my den, and the pack law says I have rights here!"

“The bloodline engineering. The clause preservation. Tonight’s timing.” “Guiding,” Maren said. “Not directing. I can see patterns and create conditions, but I cannot make wolves choose courage. That part has always been theirs.” Her eyes moved between Nico and me with the warmth of someone watching a very long investment finally do what it was meant to. “Theirs, and no one else’s.” “The message to Garron,” I said. “Signed with my grandfather’s name.” “Your grandfather trusted me with his name when he was dying,” Maren said. “He said to use it if the bond needed a push it couldn’t give itself.” She looked at me steadily. “I used it. The bond needed a push.”

"Best case, Lillian crawls back here in a wheelchair. And a cripple can't be Luna. That's basic pack law." "So I'm Luna no matter what?" Maren's eyes lit up. Calvin smiled. "Baby. You were always going to be my Luna." He kissed her, slow and deep, with the same mouth that had whispered I love you against my hair just yesterday. My mother's locket slipped from my shaking fingers. It hit the hardwood floor with a crack that split the silence in half. The laughter stopped. Calvin's head snapped toward the gap in the door. Maren's eyes followed.