Marcus And Ginny Novels & Stories

she pointed out. "Without MY magical expertise, Marcus's and the rest of the halfblood speed and tactical knowledge of Shadow city, plus the combined efforts of witches and were witches - we never would have survived Andy's attacks." "Logic doesn't always translate to acceptance," Marcus added grimly. He still bore the physical and emotional scars from his near-death experience, and Carol rarely left his side these days. Their brush with mortality had only strengthened their bond, making them almost sickeningly devoted to each other.

He walked up to me, set the child down, and said in a low, irritated voice, "What are you still doing here? Didn't I already explain everything to you? This is now my and Serena's mating ceremony." I answered honestly, "Waiting for someone. To hold a mating ceremony." Marcus got even more angry. "Why are you being so passive-aggressive? I already explained everything to you. I just found out the child was back too. Everyone has a past, don't they?" I nodded. "I understand. You're a mature werewolf. It's normal to have former lovers. Besides, you two already have a child together. I wish you both a happy bonding." Marcus shoved me. "If you understand, then hurry up and go home. Don't make suc

Six weeks had blurred into seven, then eight, and her body had stopped pretending it was ever going back to normal. She didn’t have to text them. They already knew. Marcus was waiting in the basement, whiskey in one hand and a small black velvet box in the other. Jax stood behind him, phone in his palm, the ring light on it casting soft shadows across the concrete walls. The rest of the house was dark upstairs Mark’s empty side of the bed, the baby’s nursery light left on until the neighbors started complaining.

His brow furrows as he takes in the scene—the tears, the pleading look in Marcus’ eyes, the raw despair hanging in the air. Marcus is crying now, gripping my shoulders so tightly it’s almost painful, his voice a broken whisper, pleading, “Cassandra, please.” Severus steps forward carefully, his expression a mixture of concern and authority. He reaches out, gently pulling Marcus away from me, accompanied by a few guards who enter silently, their presence a stark reminder of the gravity of the moment. But Severus keeps his eyes locked onto mine, unwavering, even as Marcus continues to cry out, “Cassandra, please.”

"It clearly states that his mother is Scarlett Rivers and his father is Damien Thorne. How exactly could he be mine?" The irony was perfect. When Marcus was born, Damien had whisked him away so quickly that he'd never bothered putting my name on any legal documents. Now that same paranoid secrecy had become the weapon that severed our last connection. Within moments, our security team surrounded the pathetic pair and escorted them from the premises. The marking ceremony resumed without missing a beat. None of our guests seemed particularly bothered by the interruption. If anything, the drama had provided them with an amusing story to share at future gatherings.

Twizzling the plain band that sat on her left ring finger. “I was so in love with Marcus. I wish you could have met him. We went to school together. Even before we turned sixteen, we were inseparable. We just put it down to good chemistry, but I guess it was just the effects of the mate bond pulling us together. He was so clever and the kindest soul. Wasn’t he Mumma?” Steph looks up at her mum, tears spilling over her eye lids.