Novel & Cerita Marauders X Reader

Everything happened at once — shouting from the tree line, the thunder of bodies breaking cover, and then River and Cade were on me, both of them, coming from nowhere the way they always came from nowhere, and the ground was coming up fast and I was going down under their weight and I let it happen because that was the right call, that was the only call— I hit the ground on my side. My cheek was in the dirt. My eyes were open. River's arm was locked over my head, and Cade's body was a wall at my back, and somewhere above us the clearing had turned into chaos — voices, movement, the particular snarl of wolves deciding whether to engage. I looked across the ground. Mara was two meters away. Sh

He looked up just in time to see Marek step forward, weapon raised, defiance hardening his features even as panic flickered beneath it. The betrayal landed like a physical blow. Marek spat out. “You and your hunter whore will pay for the crimes committed at Spring River!” Xavier shifted. Fire tore through him, power ripping free as he became something older than crowns and vows. The Firewolf surged outward, heat rolling across the chapel, forcing the crowd back in a wave. Shots rang out, striking him, stinging briefly before falling uselessly to the floor. He didn’t slow. Marek faltered, fear breaking through his arrogance just before Xavier struck. The impact cracked stone, the force sendin

She stayed when I vomited again at midday and again at dusk. By night, I was exhausted. Xander came back late. Snow in his hair, even though it was spring. War never stopped for seasons. He didn’t knock. “How is he?” he asked Mara at the door. “Asleep, Your Grace,” Mara said. “Tired from the meetings today.” She lied for me. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to breathe evenly. The bed dipped and Xander placed his hand on me. His thumb brushed my cheekbone. “You’re cold,” he murmured.

Maren I can’t see anything but orange light and the shapes of people running. “Sera! Mom!” I scream. My throat feels like I swallowed a stone. “Maren! Stay close to me!” Sera’s voice is right there, then it isn’t. A crowd of men from the pack... men who never looked at me for twenty-two years... shove past us. They aren’t fighting. They’re just trying to live. “I’ve got you! I’ve got you!” I yell back, reaching out. My fingers graze the wool of her cloth, but then a beam from the roof of the tool shed crashes down. It’s a wall of fire between us.

Without Grant's alpha aura shielding him, Mars could be wiped off the face of the earth before he ever gets his justice against Tyler Walker. Mars Reed POV I have never felt my body so thoroughly wrecked in my entire life. I actually thought the alpha would show some restraint because of the deep claw gashes on his chest, but... I could not have been more wrong. His raw hunger and his dominant whims were even more exhausting than when he was at full strength. Completely spent, my muscles shaking from the heat of his body, I passed out naked against his chest without even making it to the wash basin. The next morning, a sharp, rhythmic knocking on the heavy wooden door jolts my eyes open.

MARLA’S POV I’m in so much pain, my wounds are aching, leaving me delirious. But once Nicholas returns, I feel a bit better. Everything is better when he’s near me. I know he’s my mate, and I want him more than anything. I desperately want him to feel the same way. I can’t imagine living my life without him. Hope flutters within me as I see him though. I see the way he’s looking at me, and it’s almost like he wants me as much as I want him.

Still, I didn’t confront him because I wanted to understand why he would lie about something as big as being blind and what he stood to gain from his pretense before I let any word out. While the new mystery I had let myself into clawed at my thoughts, Xira continued to make my life miserable. Training was just as brutal as ever, though since the last outburst, she hadn’t crossed a major line. But she was still ruthless, unrelenting, and deliberate in her methods. Every session ended with new bruises blooming across my body like trophies for participation, and Mara, on the other hand, fussed endlessly as she tended to my sores. One night as she tended to me, “She’s trying to break you,” Mara

"You choose duty. You choose another delta. You spend the rest of your life being careful and alone and calling it protection." "If that's what keeps right, yes." "Xavier." I stopped in front of him. Close enough to see the tension working in his jaw, the slight unsteadiness in his breathing. "You are not mated to me. Are you." It was not quite a question. His silver eyes met mine and held them. A knock at the door split the moment cleanly in two. "What?" Xavier's voice came out rough. The door opened. Marla stood in the frame panting and her expression stopped everything.

“Your leg looks very bad, we need to take some x-rays, let me go prepare the x-ray room.” I turned to Doctor Pretty and asked, “Can I know your name?” "Mara." She mumbled as if what I had asked of her was a hard task. "Mara. I'm Alpha Rolan. Come with me," I instructed as the warriors helped me into the x-ray room. Dr. Allen, the old pack doctor, met us at the door, his bushy eyebrows narrowing at the sight of my mate. He yelled as we walked in, "Who are you? "Get out now!" He growled at Mara as his tone laced with irritation.

His eyes darted between us before moving down to my waist. “What's going on? Where is your rope, Mara?” he asked staring at me. I refused to answer. I didn't want to. “I asked you a—” “Mara already found her mate,” Silas said from beside me, calm as ever. “So of course it’s gone.” He paused, then added, “I’m her fated mate.” Jace burst out in laughter. “Nice joke,” he said. “You are Mara's fated mate? Impossible. I am her—”