Marauders: Up To No Good Novels & Stories

Badar asked. “Maria, I’m Mahnoor’s friend. We were both captured by the same person, and we escaped together” Suddenly Badar got angry remembering that Mahnoor was kidnapped. But before he could ask Maria who had captured them Badar noticed that afew of his pack’s warriors who were unmated were coming towards Mahnoor, their eyes were black with lust. “LEAVE” Badar said in a loud and angry voice to them and a wave like thing formed in the ground which came towards them and knocked them of. It was like the ground was water and it was forming waves.

"Don't worry. I am just kidding. You are the only one allowed to touch me inappropriately." "You are dumb," Lily said and laughed. We arrived at Marco's house. I saw Trayce lounging by the fireplace but didn't see Keira anywhere. Good, I thought. The last thing I need is drama. "Oh good, the lover boy has arrived," Marco announced, and a couple of other kids laughed. "Fuck off, asshole!" I laughed and punched his shoulder. "I see you are still with this douche bag," Marco said to Lily. "He must be giving you some good D."

"Yes, they did, as a matter of fact." "I'll tell you in a minute," Kellen said. Lance's eyes flared for a split second. "Tell me now." "Come to find out," Kellen said, his voice low. "Rory and Casen were Rogue Wolves. They both ran when they saw Xander and Elias and they gave chase." "And did our men follow?" Lance asked, his voice low. "Yes, they did," Kellen replied. Lance nodded once. "Good. When they are caught, notify me immediately."

Mara said to Adrian who scoffed at her. "It seems like you have forgotten who you are, Mara. You are not only my mate but also the Luna of Moonstone Pack, and attacking you will be the same as attacking Moonstone Pack, and I'm sure that Derek is very well aware of that, so he won't dare go as far as attacking you after learning that you are my mate, and I, on the other hand, am not going to pay attention to any rubbish he's going to say about you," Adrian said to Mara with a reassuring tone.

“Imagine that headline: Omega girl barges into Alpha territory over runaway tomatoes.” The market ahead was already buzzing, the smell of spices and ripe fruit thick in the warm afternoon. Motorbikes zipped past us on the uneven road, kicking up dust. We stepped aside as a sleek black car purred by probably one of the merchant’s sons trying to show off. I rolled my eyes. Mariah muttered, “Dragging these crates every two days is becoming spiritual warfare.” “We should just borrow one of Father’s trucks next time,” I said. “These tomatoes are getting heavier by the season.”

“We’ve got company.” Mara’s stomach dropped. “How many?” “Two SUVs. Blacked out. No plates.” Her mind flashed back to the last time she’d seen vehicles like that—on the night everything had gone wrong, the night her team vanished. “They’re not here for a chat,” she said. “Then we move.” Reese turned, but the motel room door suddenly rattled—once, twice, then hard enough to make the frame groan. Mara grabbed her go-bag from under the bed. She didn’t need to check—she knew the contents by heart: two extra mags, a burner phone, a flash drive, and the one thing she’d sworn never to touch again—the encrypted key.

Seconds later, dozens of motorcycle engines roared to life. One after another. The sound echoed through the mountains before gradually fading into the distance. Silence settled over The Pit once more. I found myself staring at the closed door. For reasons I couldn’t explain…I hoped whatever mission they were riding into…They all came back from it. The kitchen door suddenly swung open. Mara stumbled out triumphantly, holding another bottle of Wildfire Moonshine high above her head like she’d discovered buried treasure. “Found it!” she cackled. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Why are you here, Mara? You and Lila… what did you do to end up forgotten here.” Mara’s face hardened, old pain rising like a tide. She set the spoon down, hands clenching in her lap. “I had a pack once. Small, no grand name worth remembering, but it was home. Good hunting grounds, kind elders. I had a mate.” Her voice cracked on the word, but she steadied it. “We were happy. Truly happy. Planned a big family.” She touched her belly unconsciously, though the memory was years old. “Until he decided happiness wasn’t enough. Took another female… younger, from a stronger bloodline. When I was heavy with Lila, they banished me. Called me a burden. A weak link. Dumped me at the border like trash.

Two always watched. On the second night, three big feral rogue wolves found us. They came out of the trees fast. We fought. I took the first one down with a rock to the temple. Lena stabbed the second with a sharp stick through the eye. The third got Mara and ripped her shoulder open before we beat it to death with everything we had. Mara screamed when we dragged her back to the river bed, she bled badly. I pressed both hands over the wound and cried because I could not heal her.

Then, finally, he said, “There’s someone you should meet.” The contact’s name was Mara, a silver-haired fox shifter with a cybernetic arm and a laugh like shattered glass. She had once been a doctor, Luka explained, until she got too close to the wrong people. Now she treated wounded rogues and occasionally sold intel to the highest bidder. Mara lived deeper in the tunnels, in a room lit by bioluminescent mushrooms and vintage string lights. It looked like a garden grown from madness. “You’re the Hart girl,” she said when Riley stepped in. “You smell like secrets and trouble.”