Novel & Cerita Jean X Marco

“Don’t tell me to stop. Don’t tell me what to do. You wanted this war, Annalise, but now that it’s ugly, you’re afraid of it. That is the main difference between us, I am not going to stop this until it is done.” Her lips trembled, just slightly. “You’re not listening. If you push too far, Xavier will kill you. He’s not like the others you’ve crossed. You can play all you want, but he is going to have his men digging into who you are. How much longer do you think you can play before they find out that you are a game?” “I am going to play long enough for her to fall into my game. Then when that happens, I am going to pull her down with me.”

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

It actually felt like time stalled… conversations nearby cutting off mid-sentence, movement stuttering, eyes snapping toward us all at once. Jaxx stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. Each step precise, controlled, like he was walking through water that parted just for him. He crouched just enough to look down at Marco, who was groaning now, blinking hard, panic finally burning through his expression. Jaxx’s voice didn’t rise. Didn’t shake. “How dare you talk about her like she’s something waiting to be bought,” he said quietly. “How dare you lay claim to a woman who never gave you permission to breathe in her space.”

I pleaded again but to no surprise my plea was ignored. The room was beginning to spin, my head becoming light. “He has your eyes Maria, the same eyes of Lorenzo and Diego” he smiled at the thought, his eyes distant like he was looking at a memory before his eyes. He cleared his throat snapping himself back to reality. “Lucien Garcia” he approached Marcus with his hand held out in front of him in a greeting motion. “I know who you are” Marcus clenched his jaw, and I could only imagine he was feeling a world of anger and confusion right now.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.