Novel & Cerita Marauders X Reader

Lyra’s POV Even after a second round that had left us smeared in each other's bodily fluids and dried blood, Mara still had not returned. Rowan was lying on the cot, trying to look like he wasn't on death’s door, and the two semi-immortal self-healing bastards that I'm now mated with and who I just fucked are standing over in the corner whispering.

“I need answers. Tell me who they were.” “I don't know how to explain it,” she began in a scared voice. “You probably won’t even believe me.” “Try me,” Damon whispered. Mara drew in a deep breath, and she pulled up the blanket on the bed to wrap it around her shoulders. “They were hunters. Werewolf hunters…They call themselves Vortex.” Damon frowned. The name sounded so weird and unfamiliar to him. “I’ve heard of hunters, but I've never heard of this VORTEX.”

Ace clearly didn’t want to leave April be and I wasn’t willing to let him think I’d ever be comfortable with that. She was mine, rightfully so. “That’s enough!” Xander’s alpha roar made the air around us change completely and despite also being Alpha heirs, we froze from the effect of his command. Next thing we knew, he was pushing us apart from each other like a kindergarten teacher separating two fighting kids on the playground. “It’s not enough, it won’t be until this asshole agrees to keep his hands off my mate,” I spat blood from my mouth, feeling the crippling ache all over my body only after we’d been torn away from each other.

Mara stood in the doorway like an avenging angel, covered in dust and blood. Behind her, at least twenty Northern Territory warriors filled the corridor, weapons drawn. "Miss us?" she asked with a savage grin. Draven's composure cracked for the first time. "Impossible. My guards—" "Are dead or running." Mara's eyes blazed golden—her wolf close to the surface. "Did you really think I'd let you take my Alpha and Luna without consequences?"

Inside, I walked to the window and stood there with my arms folded across my chest, staring into the dark night. It was Christmas, yet there wasn’t even a hint of it in the BlueMoon Pack. “Merry Christmas, Mara,” I whispered into the night. “I hope you’ll be alive to celebrate the next one.” Now that the wedding was out of the way, the next thing to do was to get his love. But how do I get him to love me? Aldrich’s POV Fuck. …Mara. Her scent was otherworldly. The way she responded to my touch—it was something else. The way her cunt was so wet… damn.

My mate. The word itself makes my chest feel like it’s splitting open. For days I’ve tried to shove it down, bury it under loyalty, under my duty to Lucian and the pack. But my wolf won’t let me forget. The bond doesn’t loosen. It keeps dragging me like a chain. And now, here I am, crouched at the edge of the woods with four warriors behind me, the night thick with tension. “She’s in the camp,” Maren, one of my scouts, whispers. “They’ve got it guarded, but… she’s there. I swear it.”

My fated mate,’ she says, backing her haunches into Xavier so his length glides into her heat. Xavier frees Larissa’s shoulder and lets out a primal howl, his passion clear as he relentlessly thrusts into her. Larissa joins in, her own howls mingling with him as his knot fills her. They harmonize in a symphony of pleasure as he pounds her, his knot locked within, and he bites down on her mate mark, claiming her as his own. With a surge of ecstasy, he releases his essence while savoring the taste of her sweet, intoxicating blood.

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.”

“Double-check formation lines! Healers with runners—no one moves until signal!” Mara strode past with a half-buckled cloak, her copper hair tied high, eyes gleaming with something close to exhilaration. She caught my wrist briefly. “You look ready,” she said. “You think I have a choice?” A sharp grin. “You always did better with a chase.” I snorted softly. “You sound far too eager for someone about to wade into war.” “Eager?” she shrugged. “No. But I like knowing the bastards who hurt her are about to pay.”

"We are hundreds of feet underground, surrounded by Shadow-Walkers and Silas’s elite guard. If you two want to measure your prides, do it when we aren't at risk of being buried alive. Again." She looked at Kaelen, her eyes narrowed. "Alpha Kaelen. I am Mara, formerly of Willow-Run. We are the outcasts your laws ignored. We saved your life tonight—not for you, but for her. If you touch any of my people, or if you speak to Elara’s brother like that again, I will leave you in the dark to rot. Do I make myself clear?" Kaelen stared at her for a long, tense moment. The golden light in his eyes flickered, the human part of him slowly struggling back to the surface. He looked at the group of scarre