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I asked also panicking as Marcel struggled, when I tried to hold him he slapped my hand away and I could see the betrayal in his eyes as he looked at me. “How…could you” Marcel breath. “I need…to…Christina” Marcel's eyes started to change. The silver bled away, replaced by pure black, no iris, no white, just empty, endless black. His bones cracked, as a scream tire through his lips and a lone tear escaped his eyes. He was about to shift, his shoulders broadening, his face elongating into something between man and wolf, fur sprouted along his arms and neck. But the shift stopped halfway.

Elsewhere, Marcel stared at his laptop screen, smiling with satisfaction. "You think you're safe... but I have my next step planned. And this time, no one can evade it." As Marcel spoke, the disfigured woman came to see him, as she was now working as Marcel's maid. "You are a great man, Mr. Marcel. Why don't you just take Alice?" "It's not time yet. Why have you come to see me?"

“My commitment to you is unwavering. I'm here, as I promised, and will remain by your side until my journey ends with the moon goddess.” “I'm curious about our appearance.” "Go take a look at the river," said Marceline. Reaching the river, I was astonished by my reflection—a magnificent golden wolf, sizable and with stunning ruby-red sapphire eyes. With Marceline's chuckling in my head, I turned to see Castro's shell-shocked reaction to how we looked. “Marceline, are you aware of what we must do?” “I'll stand by you, no matter what you decide.” "Thank you, Marceline. I'm wondering if we can establish a mental connection without being mark."

In fact, he often spends holidays with my family. Marcel is forty-nine with short, limp dark brown hair fading grey at the edges. He has a salt and pepper trimmed beard and soft hazel eyes. Outside of the frown lines on his forehead he only has some slight creasing around the corners of his eyes, but no other wrinkles to be seen. He always dresses sharply and is currently in black slacks, black Armani dress shoes, a black pinstripe shirt and a black tie with a gold diamond pattern in the design. He’s also wearing his usual gold wolf cufflinks. He loves anything to do with wolves, he even owns one as a pet which he named Blade, who is absolutely gorgeous! I step out of the cab as Marcel walks

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

Sadie blinked and asked, "Marcel I know you from an exorcist family! This all should be because of you, everyone was haunted last night but not you and me!" Marcel finally nodded, "Mhm, don't worry, I won't let anyone harm you." To Sadie's ear, it sounded as if Marcel was confessing to her, feeling flustered she quickly turned her face away from Marcel. Peeking again, she looked at Marcel's features, he was attractive in complexion, in manners, and voice. Having a strong build under his clothes. His eyes, with stunning blue colour, were perhaps exceptionally cold, and he certainly could make his glance fall on one as dangerous as a wolf… Otherwise, there was only an indefinable, faint expres

- Kate I’ve seen Marcel from afar, but I have to admit, Riven was right. Marcel is a sight to be seen. His hulking wolf sends chills down my spine as I push my legs apart and dig my heels into the ground. His wide, dark eyes focus on me, and I can practically picture the smirk that he’d be wearing if he was in his human form. “Fuck...” Riven groans from beside me. His hand flies to his side, where one of the bullets struck him.

Marcel and his men are standing at the entrance, all dressed in black tuxedos. Marcel is dressed in a wine-colored tuxedo. His eyes landed on me. I sipped my drink. He smirked. "Motherfucker." I heard Imani mutter. I scoffed slightly, taking another sip. Next, Marcel turned to someone behind him. "I wonder which of his baby mamas he brought today," Imani said. He brought up a white girl dressed in a........ I froze, furrowing my brows The fuck? Shawty?

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

He clearly saw that. “Get me a mirror,” Marcel ordered the housekeeper. Being as obedient as she was, she immediately walked to the other side of the room and grabbed Rosie’s small designer mirror before bringing it to Marcel. Her smile was mischievous. Marcel rolled his eyes at them all and snatched the mirror from her before lowering his hand to stare at himself through the mirror. His expression afterward was deadly. Three lines with a vertical bar in the middle were drawn in his forehead and the inside was painted purple while the outside was red.