Marc And Nathaniel Novels & Stories

Just another day where Mark and Nathan are trying to figure out their bond. Mark exhaled sharply. "This is ridiculous. We can’t just stand here like idiots staring at them." Nathan gave him a sideways glance. "You’re the Alpha’s brother. Why don’t YOU start the conversation?" Mark rolled his eyes. "Because you’re the Aiden's Beta. You’re supposed to be diplomatic." "I’m diplomatic with allies," Nathan muttered. "Not with vampire princesses who might stab us in our sleep."

“I know, Marcus. I promise.” Marcus stood, grabbing his backpack. “Well… I should get going. I've got clients waiting for me at the office." “Yeah, yeah,” Avery said, smiling as he moved toward the door. “I’ll see you soon, okay? And… take care of yourself,” Marcus said as he lingered by the door. With a final grin, he stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him. Avery leaned against it for a moment, exhaling softly. With one last glance at the door, Avery turned back toward her couch, her thoughts immediately drifting to Nathaniel.

He opened his arms, and I let him hug me. Martin cleared his throat. "You can let go of my wife now," he growled, taking me back and making Nathaniel giggle like a teenage girl. "She’s all yours," he said, raising his hands. "Martin, this is my friend Nathaniel," I introduced them, but Martin was still glaring at poor Nathaniel. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and smirked. "Do you know what happened?" he asked, and I shook my head. "No," I said, standing closer to Martin.

Nathan’s voice broke through the silence, low and controlled, but carrying a sharp edge that made Marcel straighten slightly. “Yes, Mr. Mills,” Marcel replied immediately, his tone respectful as he kept his gaze forward. “And most importantly,” Nathan continued without pause, his voice dipping slightly lower, “his weaknesses.” Marcel’s throat tightened subtly, but he remained composed. “Every man has one. Find it,” Nathan said, his words slow and deliberate. “It is either that bastard leaves this city alive or dead. Whichever way, he’s leaving.” Marcel swallowed before responding. “Of course, Mr. Mills.”